This is only this short because it's a prologue. Long chapters will follow ^-^ Please let me know if you like it.
A large man cowered into a corner in a pitch-black room. His head bowed to his knees, hiding his pale face from the darkness surrounding him. He dared not open his eyes, for he was afraid of what he would find. A new horror seemed to await him daily, each meaner and more horrible than the last. He would not deny that he was warped. After all, who could not be after living in a world such as he did? This world did not leave him when he woke, it was simply…quieter. A silent monster whose deformed black fingers were always at his throat, always clawing at his back. It served as a reminder for how alone he really was. He could not hope to escape it in this lifetime or the next, for he would live a very long time. At this point, he was beyond all hope; yet he would not submit to the creature. He was too proud for that- perhaps the reputation of his past remained, driving him in some bitter, twisted way. The path in front of him was only darkness, this much he knew. And no one could banish it. No one at all.