"My Love,
I hope this letter can reach you before it's too late for you too.
As you may not know, I am to be executed any day now. I've never been afraid of death, but the way that I will die is much more haunting. I've heard terrible stories of the execution process.
They put a collar around your neck and bind your torso in a straightjacket before leading you to your death. They lead you to a room where nothing can be visible except a wooden post against a dim red light. It is there where your last moments of life take place. A chain is attatched to your collar and is tied around the post, then the orderly that brought you to this horrid room leaves. You have a few moments alone, perhaps to repent for your sins and hope for forgiveness, in this room and you can't help noticing a horrible smell. Everyone says its a different aroma each time so nobody knows what it is for sure.
A door opens and closes, then you hear a deafening deep, low growl. In the darkness, you couldn't possibly see what it is that entered, but you can hear it slowly come towards you. Many people here call it the Shadow, a monster that you never see until it's too late. The Shadow reveals itself a split second before it begins to rip out your still beating heart. Many people miss seeing this monster because they're to busy screaming for help. Nobody knows for sure what this thing looks like, some make guesses that it looks like a mummy, others ssay it looks like an insane prisoner that was to be executed years before, but regardless of its shape, it is impossible to escape. It roams the corridors of our cells, eating everyone who looks at it or tries to escape their holding cell. They say the dark is your best friend here.
My love, if you're reading this you may have a chance to escape this dreadful world of Alexander! Please heed my warning, get out of this world as soon as you can, it's not worth the risk. There's a reason why nobody escapes this place, and the Shadow is the answer. This beast is neither living, nor dead. Please do not try to fight it! Your only chance of survival now, is to hide and pray that it does not find you.
Good luck to you, you're our only hope of bringing our stolen children home now.
Your Dearly Departed Husband,
Daniel"
I stood shaking over the battered desk that his letter was laying on. My husband had left to come to this world three years ago, searching for our two children, Etzio and Vidalia. If this was his cell, why did it look so much like a study? The carpet was red and the walls were a bright, festive orange. A framed painting hung on the wall to my left, a wardrobe sat patiently to my right, and a window hung above the battered desk where the letter lie. It was dark out, evening perhaps, but it was bright in this room, lit by candles.
I began rummaging through the desk and found a few useful things: A lantern with a bit of oil in the small cupboard, and a bottle of laudanum, a bottle of some sort of potion, and a few cylindrical boxes filled with tinder in the drawers. I quickly gathered my items and turned to the door behind me. I pushed to open it just a little to see if there was anyone there, but as soon as I did something struck the door hard, forcing it closed again. The candles blew out and I began to panic! I turned to the wardrobe and enclosed myself in it as best I could. Immediately after I could hear wood and metal shatter like glass, and a deep, low growl. As one could imagine, this scared me quite a bit and caused me to jump, this small motion made one of the doors creak open ever so slightly. I looked through the small opening and immediately wished I hadn't. There, staring back at me, was a monster. I had only taken a quick look, but the image I saw burned into my mind, and I looked away hoping it hadn't seen me.
As the monster neared my hiding place, I could hear a chain dragging along with one of it's feet, and I suddenly smelled the horrible aroma of rotting flesh. I didn't need to look up to tell that the monster was standing right on the other side of the wardrobe. I heard another low growl, and looked up, accepting death at this point, and found that nothing was there.
