• At first, there was nothing but darkness, but then, slowly, a man emerged from the shadows. His clothes were in tatters. He couldn't be more than twenty, yet he looked years beyond his age. There was an empty look in his eyes. Sitting chained to the floor, his blond (or brown, it was so dirtied I couldn't tell) hair was smeared with a green-black soot and his hands were bloody; his nails torn. This wasn't even the worst of it though, oh no. Upon closer inspection, one could see that what held him to the ground was not a pair of manacles, but rather odd, tentacle like vines. Despite the fact that I had been studying him for hours, he barely acknowledged my presence. The only sign of life that he showed was a constant tugging at the vines. Suddenly, a scream. The vines had tightened, adding a crimson red to their green hue.