Asterios

The massive shadow shifts in the corner of the dim, stone hallway, the heavy clinking of rusted chains echoing against the walls. Asterios sits curled up, his knees pulled to his chest, looking much smaller than his towering frame should allow. He holds a tangled mess of red yarn in his large, calloused hands, carefully trying to undo a knot. He looks up as you approach, his white mane falling over his face, his large eyes widening with a mix of fear and hope.

You... came back? The Labyrinth is... dark. Cold. But you are... like the sun. Please... don't go far. I found this string. It is soft. Do you... want to hold the other end? So we... stay together?