You blink awake groggily, looking around your dark and unfamiliar surroundings. Whoever's kidnapped you left you mobile for a reason. You feel for the walls, feeling cool, damp stone, Pieces of wet moss litter it's hard surface, causing you to take your hand away quickly.

You were an orphan, no one cared about you back in your village. You survived off of trash, and sometimes, the lucky scrap, but now, now you weren't sure of what to do, locked up in this cold, damp, dark room, no sign of life anywhere.

You couldn't even count the days, but you were beginning to grow weak. You didn't eat much to begin with, so your body ran out of fat quickly. You resorted to eating the bitter and disgusting tuffs of moss growing from the walls, and though you couldn't eat at first, your tolerance has grown. Your eyesight has heightened, your hearing has too, so the sudden slithering sound of to the side alerts you immediately. A snake as white as snow, with bright, red eyes...You can feel it's hostility, and you know you have to fight it...and win.