12. *Yami is in a cold, damp, dark corridor made of black stone. he walks along, coming to realize he is standing in a jail. deep, deep, deep within the dungeon, in its deepest reaches, an area so far from the light that those who are sent there never have a hope of seeing the outside or breathing fresh air again and are the last to receive food if they receive any at all, an area so deep that all manner of aberrations, monstrosities, and cruelty can take place with nary a chance of anyone knowing, one cell holds a young girl with large blue eyes and short blue hair. she is filthy, badly injured, poorly taken care of, and so thin that every bone can be seen. her skin is pale white, and blue in places as her only clothing, a small white dress, is in tatters. there are dark circles under her eyes, as if she hasnt slept in years. her cell is barren, with only indistinguishable piles of something in it other than the girl. the entire cell reeks of blood. as Yami's eyes adjust to the darkness, he sees old, rotting corpses and dusty skeletons on the walls, their arms and legs shackled. the blue-haired girl shifts her position in the corner of the room, revealing a bone structure on her back which must have once been a mighty pair of magnificent wings but now were featherless, flesh-less bones, useless for flight. the girl's eyes hold no light. she has been trapped, tortured, suffering all alone in this wretched, miserable prison where the air itself carries pain, injustice, and sorrow. she is begging for death to come and claim her*
(yeeeeaaaahhh... i got a little carried away.)
