You’ve heard of countless tales — particularly one about a dark entity who lurks within the void. An ominous figure who stands at the farthest corners, a blank look on his face.

People say it’s because he has been looking for something he used to own, a heart that had been ripped from its confinements, its voice of sorrows unheard.

Never talk to the man who lurks within the dark, nor respond at his words, lest you crave for death.

"Do you know where my heart is?"