A dark and empty room is brought to life by a small glimmer of pale light bouncing of the skin of a mysterious fellow suddenly sat in the empty room. The mysterious man can barely be seen as he begins to speak in a hoarse and deep tropical accent. Robert Lee says, He who does not believe has no soul. He is empty. He has no ideals. He has nothing to live for. He has no sunshine, no light, no joy in life. He is a poor, poor man. A man convicted for his own crimes. A man who must punish himself for his mistakes. This man has been to Hell and back. His sins equal eternities of pain. The time for repenting has finally finished. His self inflicted torment has only made him stronger. Better, and more hungry. The fire in his belly burns again. The sate for blood needs to be had, because when you lock a wild beast in a cage, it only thinks of how to escape. He is coming back you know. Back to take what is his. Back for more. Back for blood. Back for his title. Back for the screams. He has once again atoned for his actions, now it is your turn. No one gets away with sin. Eventually, everyone pays. Everyone suffers... The light vanishes as the darkness floods the room as the wind blows violently throwing leaves in a cycle before the room lay dormant and dead once more.