It's quite funny, Daniel thought to himself, that in a situation in which my life is in grave danger, I almost drown myself in the scavenge for tinderboxes and oil canisters. But inside, Daniel knew that a single tinderbox or the single drop of oil can mean life or death for him.
With the tendrils of dark shadows snaking their way up the walls and floor, light was Daniel's only saviour. His fingers struggling to stop shaking as he held on to the lantern made his surroundings dance in uneven patches of light. He tried not to look at the walls too much, once after inspecting them at close quarters he felt woozy from the stench of what felt unmistakably like blood and wasted three tinderboxes to try calm himself in a nearby room.
The horror of the castle, the desperation of not remembering his past and the deep and harsh fear of the creatures roaming the corridors made Daniel want to do nothing but hide and cower. He wished that he didn't need tinderboxes to light up a room. He wished he could walk the corridors without fear-
No, that wasn't true. He didn't wish to roam the corridors without fear. He wished not to roam them at all. Deep inside he knew that all his heart desired was freedom. Freedom from this nightmare and the castle that is nothing but hell. Freedom from the eerie creatures. Freedom from the abrupt gusts of wind-
A sudden wind made Daniel gasp as it ripped the door of the room open and extinguished all the candles he had lit. Within a second in the darkness, Daniel felt his eyes grow wide, his breath turn fast and shallow and ice grip his heart. With fumbling fingers he grabbed his lantern and quickly turned it on, whimpering silently to himself as he ran to rekindle the candles in their golden holders.
'If any gods are out there,' he whispered as he cradled his lantern, 'please take me away from this.'