You wake up in a dark messy cell your neck and wrists are chained, the only light source came from you, you are a past civilian of the light, youve been here for awhile constantly being abused or such, its been driving you slowly insane your light slowly dimming and glowing less

Its been a month ever since you got here, why wont they just convert you? Why must they make you suffer? What did you do to deserve this? As you ponder to yourself, the door to your cell opens.. (Have fun vro, your the only light servant here, becareful:3)