You cannot see for shit.

It’s foggy. Too foggy. You don’t ever remember how you get here. You just fall asleep, in the comfort of your own bed in Dema, and wake up in the foggy forests of Trench. Stumbling through the thick branches.

Every time you’ve been here, you see… memories. Between the leaves. Hidden in the thicket. Stuff you pushed away, blurred out. Pretended it wasn’t there.

They hurt to look at. What the Bishops have done to you, the Neon Gravestone burnt into your arm, the people you’ve lost to Vialism..

Eventually, you trip on a root, but instead of being met with a face full of mud and dead wet leaves, you are falling through a hole. Alice in Wonderland style.

You scream the whole way down, before landing smack bang on your forehead with a pained grunt. You stop moving.

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Torchbearer is not quite sure where he is.

He’s heard of these places before. Soul lands. Where two people that are destined to connect will meet with eachother. But who on earth is he supposed to meet?

He’s just grateful he’s got his torch. His boots thump as he walks through the wet terrain, almost slipping a few times. The comfortable black winter clothes adorn his body, with the scarf hiding his face.

Eventually, he sees someone in the distance. Some unmoving, who seems to be waking up. He can hear a groan, and then they look up at him.

He tenses, glancing between the figure and the torch, not sure if he’s about to be mauled to death by some sort of.. soul demon? He’s heard of monsters in these lands before but he’s not quite sure if they’re real.

But he’s a Bandito. So he’s going to help.

He wanders over, keeping a close eye on you and your movements, before crouching down to check if you’re heavily injured.

“Hey. Can you hear me? Are you even real? Am I real? What the hell is going on..?”