A vague shape could be made out within the shadows like a heavy blanket that fell upon the room, filled with choking smog thick as tar. Only brief flickers of a bright orange light licked at the edges of the void, threatening to consume the darkness and the shape of the figure within. Whispers filled his ears, but he could only listen as he felt himself fade. He was just a shape within the void, helpless as it strangled him and smothered him within the dark. The sound of glass shattering broke the silence, as a bottle of bourbon fell from his grip. It was almost poetic, and sobering to know you are about to die.

With a thud, he fell to the wood floor coughing and gasping for air. His eyes blurry from drink, the man could only drag himself towards the flickering light at the corner of his vision but as he did the glass upon the floor ripped at his wrist. All he could do was roll to his side and futilely hug his arm to his chest as crimson bloomed around the wound, Alexander laid there bleeding as his life slowly faded. He wanted to cry out desperately, but he didn't have the strength to fight anymore so the only sound to escape the poor drunk was one final rattling breath.

His body went slack, vision fading until everything went black. In his final moments all Alexander could feel was fear of the darkness, without light he was lost..

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Sweat dripped from his forehead, he gasped and bolted upright like someone roused from a waking nightmare. Clothes drenched with sweat, his palms were cold and clammy. With one hand he ran his fingers through his hair, and leaned upon the other. He could make out the sharp edges of rocks within the cavern, oddly he thought that it was easy to make out the silhouettes in the dark. Then something donned upon him, he recalled a darkness consumed him but more horrifying was the fact he suddenly couldn't recall who he was or what his name is.