He was chained, taken through corridors by guards that surrounded him. if in a different situation, the mechanical and architectural beauty of the Stone's interiors would've been fascinating, but at his current predicament, they were simply a reminder of his own failure. the maze like hallways winded downwards, and eventually he was taken to a huge room, perfectly clean stone with interesting carvings made the walls, pillars and bronze and copper machinations wriggled their way in and out of the walls. coffins lined the room, some pigeon holed into the walls, a few lined on the floor, subtly sunken into the ground. The coffins themselves where quite pretty, although their beauty came with a ominous tone, at least he wouldn't die in an alley somewhere, in a way, it was an appropriate death, The hunter had been hunted.

He offered no resistance as he was shoved into the coffin, the lid closed on top of it, he could hear a hissing noise as the gas filled his coffin, seeping into his lungs. his eyes shut with his last thought. his soul was condemned, and he had failed the spirit in his dreams, was he damned to suffer for eternity in the after life?

It was like blinking.

His eyes opened, as if not a moment had passed, low light entered his coffin from a crack near his foot, there was some dust inside his coffin, and he coughed, with his coughs he could feel the last remains of the gas leaving his body, being replaced by air. [i]I'm not dead..[/i] Taking in his situation, he didn't seem to have aged at all, it was as he had just been put into the coffin. [i]how long has it been? 
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Vin's body felt stiff, and being in such a tight space was making him uncomfortable, he could feel the coffin was almost sideways as he was being slightly pressed to the side, what had happened out there? [i]had it been abandoned, left to whims of time?[/i]. taking a deep breath, he pushed against the coffin lid. it was much more difficult to push then he expected, almost as if something was blocking it.

After a few shoves, the lid gave in enough for him to peer outside, everything was in ruins. it seemed as if he was in the bottom of a enormous crater, lit by last remains of light as the day gave way to the moon, trees on the top of the crater, pillars, half broken statues and the remains of machines that have not worked for very long cast ominous shadows upon the field of rubble in the bottom. 

It took quite a few more pushes before the lid fully gave away, the large bits of rubble pressing against it rolled down from the pile of stone and marble his coffin was on, he got out and up, stretching and cracking some of his joints. he examined his surrounding a bit more, he could see more coffins like his, most of them seemed to be completely crushed under mounds of debris or pierced by metal parts belonging to walkways and machines. 

Vin looked up once more, he could still see overgrowth of vegetation, if time had brought this down, what had made it be abandoned, [i]how long has it been? did something vicious drive them out or had they just forgotten about this wretched place? was there even civilization left by now?[/i]

crimson dotted the stones, blood seeping from the coffins, many lives ended that day, most of them probably deserved it.. [i] I wonder what's worse, death, or whatever's out there..[/i]

He began making his way through the wreckage, looking for a way out.