"Often, we see things that we know aren't real. That is what we call fear." A rather dark figure emerges from the shadows; the figure still covered in a blanket of darkness concealing its identity, but enough to show that it is in fact real. "And other times, we can't really see what is real, this is what we know as, the fear of the unknown." The figure starts to raise an arm, and a light appears. A dim flame in the darkness, enough to show his face. A dark old dusty face. Only the lower half was visible, and the figure began to light a cigarette. The light was gone, and in a puff of smoke, the figure leaned back into the shadows. The only part of him visible was the red glow from the stick. "This life has all been given to us to live, and now we all cower in fear. A deity put us on this world, and we did not believe that. Fear invokes us now, we know what it is capable of, and it wants us to be put through these trails. We are all failing." The figure throws the still hot butt of the coffin nail to the left. It bounces once and hits the ground, lighting up a small fire, that then circles around the a door, lighting up the room. The room was a large prision cell, and it was full of people watching these events unfold. All of them their for a reason. A sign above the door read "This is the path to hell." The figure was now visible, it was what seemed to be a old man, skin and bones. He looked up to reveal a lack of eyes. "Welcome to the edge." Then he was gone. ___________________________________ Edward Heiager a man in his late twenties stood on the right side of the door, shackled up. He was in a brown worn leather jacket and blue jeans. His hands stained with grease and blood. His hair was slightly long and shaggy, he was blond but he was covered in what seemed to be a layer of dirt. He had a nothing but long scruff on his face, and a small scar on his left cheek. He planted his hands on the ground and slowly lifted himself up, and pulled on his chains as they snapped as if they were made of plastic. His lack of effort made it known that he didn't do that from his strength, the chains were frail and flimsy. He toke a step forward and looked around the room. Waiting for someone else to take a stand with him.