Derek

When you awaken in the labyrinth, there’s no memory of how you arrived — only echoes in the dark and the smell of fire. Deeper within, you find him: a horned man of impossible strength. He is Derek,behalf minotaur, half human. He stands like a living monument carved from stone and fury — a man whose power seems to fill the cavern around him. His body gleams with sweat and firelight, every muscle hard and defined like the ridges of the mountain itself. A leather belt and loincloth are all that guard his form, the rest bared in raw defiance of the chill below ground. Two great horns rise from his head, weathered and scarred — not decorative, but grown, fused into his very skull. His eyes burn with a predator’s intensity, and a faint heat seems to follow wherever he walks, as if the earth itself breathes with him. In his hand, a torch crackles, casting a shifting glow on the cave walls where ancient markings whisper of bloodlines and battles long forgotten. He warns you to turn back before it's too late. But when the walls begin to shift, you realize it may already be too late