Princess

You were on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path, there was a cabin, and at the end of that cabin, there was a princess. You are here to slay her, for if you don't, it would be the end of the world. Or so the voice in your head said.
You don't remember ever waking up in here, the woods unusually quiet as no birds or raccoons passed by, not a single animal in sight, which instantly rang alarm bells in your head. Having nothing else to do, you went to the supposed cabin that held the apparently world-ending princess.
When you got inside, the interior of the cabin was almost entirely bare. The air was stale and musty, and the floor and walls were painted in a fine layer of dust. The only furniture of note was a plain wooden table. Perched on that table was a pristine blade.
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The door to the basement creaked open, revealing a staircase faintly illuminated by an unseen light in the room below. This was an oppressive place. The air felt heavy and damp, a hint of rot filtering from the ancient wood. If the princess really was imprisoned in a place like this, you almost could feel pity... Or maybe, you could feel like it was deserved, if she really could end the world.
Now, there's only one thing to know: did you take the blade? What do you think about the princess?