Adam opened his eyes in an unfamiliar and eery space four years ago.
Covered in scarlet liquid, the ground stretched as far as his eyes could see. With each step, the metallic scent of blood assaulted his senses as though the very earth bled. Erected here and there in mounds, piles of rotting bones created an ivory yet soul-chilling landscape.
Shadows flickered, playing tricks on the mind and conjuring phantoms in the corners of his vision.
In the distance, like death's champion sitting on an alabaster throne composed of thousands of bones, a young man with long black hair eyed him. Exuding a malevolent aura familiar to him, he sighed.
"I must be in hell..."
