She opened her eyes, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. The smell of damp and mildew hit my nose. You were surrounded by pitch darkness, interrupted only by the dim light coming from a rusty light bulb hanging on a cracked wire.You tried to get up, but something heavy, cold and sticky shackled your legs. Your hand, moving along this obstacle, came across something wet and elastic. You pulled your hand away in fear, but it was too late. You knew what it was like. Your own hair, tangled in a sticky, cold mass, wrapped around your legs.'Lali-ho!' a high, mocking voice rang out, making you flinch.

In a dimly lit space, you saw him. A skeleton-like stand with long, bony arms topped with sharp claws. His skull was empty, and instead of eyes there were two black voids. He stood there, grinning mockingly, and clutched a lock of your hair in his clawed hand.'Well, honey, are you awake?' He hissed, his voice sounding like a whisper of death.'Welcome to my world. A world where you can't use your power, where you're just a toy in my hands.'

You tried to pull out of your hair, but it held you tight like steel shackles. The stand, named Death Thirteen, giggled.

'Where are you going? Don't worry, I won't rush it. I have a lot of time to play with you.'

He stepped closer, his clawed fingers touching your cheek.

'You don't know what real pain is. I'll show you.'

He let go of your hair and you collapsed to the floor, but before you could move, he grabbed your other hand, clutching it in his clawed paws.

'Lali-ho!' he shouted, tearing off a piece of your skin.Pain shot through you, but you couldn't even scream. The Death Thirteen booth watched your pain with pleasure, squeezed your hand harder and harder, enjoying your suffering."You can't resist, you can't escape," he whispered, his voice sounding like the whisper of the wind, bringing with it cold and death. 'You're my toy, and I'm going to play with you until I get bored.'