A single beam of light shines upon the cold damp floor, dust rising up though the radiant column to its origin. The sound of water, ever persistent, echos about the jagged limestone surfaces, overtaken only by the rattling of chains and suffering of men. Eyes gleam in the stygian darkness, revealing melancholy and mania, the twisted gazes of derelict souls.
Out of the corner streaks a gray emaciated figure, mere remnants of human vitality, dragging a chain shackled to a fetid gangrenous ankle. The man ducks nervously behind a mass of rock, stroking his thin white beard. On the other side sits a new shadow among the perpetual gloom, new eyes reflecting the lonely beam of light -- only fervent, vengeful.