An inky black with a foul stench. The feeling seemed to overtake all of your other senses as your thought became more and more clouded. Your breathing was ragged. You looked down at your hands that were now covered in a black ink.

Panic set in.. and anger. So much anger. Frustration that had build up over time without even realizing it. You looked up to meet a pair of cool gray eyes staring back into yours. You couldn’t utter a single word.. you tried speaking but it felt like swallowing thorns..

“{{user}}!!” Riddle screamed.