"Who are you?"
The figure standing in the center of an narrow doorway-pale, yellow light filling up the once darkened room-was nothing more than a shadow. It made neither movement nor sound. It stood, it watched, and a glint of an unseen emotion flared in the shadow's unseen eyes. When it spoke, it spoke softly with a practiced tone of kindness. Dig deeper, and one would find a grueling mixture of something darker than a moonless night, signs foretelling of a great glee that it would feel when causing pain and misery while staining walls red as screams echo in the tense atmosphere choking all prisoners that are forced to breath in its air...
When it spoke, it filled the air around the prisioner with dread.
"I am...no one of importance."
Neck's skin shifted, signaling the nervous swallowing of the prisoner.
"Who am I?"
Fear pierced deep within the teen, blue eyes frozen wide as the hint of a smile played along the shadow's unseen lips. Hungrily, shadowed eyes scanned the teen's unique body, promising the bliss of agonizing agony filling up every second of the teen's life and dreams as it squeezes the life out of the hopes of escapes and rescues and forever becoming one with the surrounding darkness and pain and death...
When it spoke, it filled the air around the prisoner with dread.
"You are...someone of great importance."