Prologue
Step one: found a way to regain my sanity from this dark place where I may live the rest of my life.
He can’t keep me here forever well maybe he can, but hopefully that beating in his chest is a heart and not rock rattling around. The crumbling walls around me the throw up on the floor and the blood on the wall. I have to say it is a nice touch to the whole crazy dungeon like theme. They hadn’t fancied this side of the palace that explains the crumbling of the wall. I can get through this right? The rats are kind of friendly, they haven’t bitten me yet. I can still hear the rain those images that fill my head are anything but nice, I need to found what I’m going to do about this mess. Maybe I should try to remember how is all happened, but the sensory seems to be able to disturb anyone train of thought.
