"Hello, binders," Mara whispered, but the voice was a chorus of velvet razors. "Comfortable cage. I've missed the scent of futile human geometry."
In the heart of the mystical realm of Tenebrous, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, the village of Ashwood lay hidden. It was a place of ancient magic, where mythical creatures roamed free, and the fabric of reality was woven with spells of protection and secrecy. Among the rolling hills and dense forests, a legend had begun to unfold, one that would be etched in the annals of history as the tale of Hazel and the infernal restraints.