The powerful darkness presses against your ribs, choking any life left inside. You are so cold, but your lungs burn with a fire that could only mean you must be in hell.

The fire quickly makes its way to your throat, dissolving any last efforts to cry out for help. Hot tears streak down your cheeks and land like mines into your hair, but you can't feel them anymore. Your struggle is over. You lay down your hands, bloodied from your fight.

You give in.