Devons scythe occasionally flickers from the darkness before vanishing, and he wanders about, before putting the scythe on his back, and walking out of the darkness, flopping onto his bed. [i]"Who can I trust anymore?"[/i] His eyes wander the room, lost. [i]Are any of my memories true? How often has my mind been tampered with?[/i] He lays on his bed, mind wandering.