PROLOGUE

He continued to crawl on the cold floor in pain, his mouth tinged with blood. It felt like every bone in his body was broken, his breathing labored. His eyes widened as he saw three silhouettes before him. He turned to look at the source and managed to lie on his back slowly.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

“Please…” he whispered. “Leave me alone…”

Their faces split into sneers until they broke into spine-tingling laughter, it echoed all throughout the room they were in.

“Leave you alone?” said a voice. “Did you ever felt remorse when you killed us? No, you didn’t. We’re here to return the favor. We will make you suffer… and you will know our pain!”

In an instant, everything went dark. He reached up to his face and he cried out in fear when he realized that his eyes are missing. He felt his warm blood flowing freely from the sockets.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” said a girl’s voice laced with venom. “Frighteningly dark, driving you insane?”

“Please, stop! Forgive me!” he cried out.

“I’m sorry!”

A long deafening silence settled in the room. He swallowed thickly and began to crawl away again as fast as his broken body could… and then he gasped as he felt something cold stabbed his back, piercing him all the way to his heart. His strength leaving him, he laid his head on the cold floor, slowly, painfully.

"Do you now feel the pain that we went through when you took our lives from us...?" said another voice—a man. He knew the spectre was looking for a at him with its dead eyes, he could feel its warm breath on his face.

He could feel the end drawing near… and as he breathes his last, his mind wanders, taking him back to the past before his decapitated head rolled to the pool of his own blood...