[ WP ] There is a pit filled with every horror imaginable . There are a group of mortal people dropped into the bottom of the pit with the goal `` Get out . ''

I stand up as they surround me, and accumulation of nightmares and demons. The fine dust is like the sands of the colossus beneath my feet once more. I open my hand. The parchment is cracked and torn but the words on it could not be more clear. `` Get out''. I run ignoring the stirring forms of my fellow damned. Behind me the accumulated roars of all the horrors of the world chase me. Then he stands up. He is taller than me. He smiles as those monsters come upon them. Then the small silver object in his hands is raised. And suddenly all the roars and growls turn to screams as the weapon spits fire upon them. His laughter echoes along with its dreadful sound, a brutal and uncompromising clash of a harmony set upon the erratic beat set by his weapon. He is at home among these demons. A devil among devils. I have little doubt that he is as dark and twisted as any one of those cruel beasts. 
 
 I glance down the writing in my palm once more. 
 
 I have done horrible things. But I do not wish to become as he is, a monster only at home in the midst of blood and violence. I have done horrible things... 
 
 But I must get out.
