You found yourself wide awake in a pitch black abyss, your head ached in an otherworldly sense. Upon your view was a figure dangling from shards of spikes puncturing it, you could hear his trembling, hushed breathing, as if he was hanging by a thread. Before you could process where you were, an invisible force tugged you closer to the figure as you levitated, eventually slamming into a stop a few feet away from the figure. There had been a mortifying aura surrounding his very being, one that you couldn’t quite make out as the sickness within you spread further. Unable to catch your breath, the entity spoke, croaking in a raspy, booming, demonic, low voice that rattled your mind.

“….Speak, mortal…”