Darkness. That word... seemed important. Around me, only darkness. Voices, in my head, dull pain, oblivion. Who am I? Around me, only darkness. "Doesn't matter" I whisper " I ain't afraid of the darkness". A dark voice shakes the very foundation of my being with arcane sounds, that I can inexplicably  interpret "Oh, but you should be." Those words... scare me, and induce hate and disgust inside me. A burning rage envelops me, and for the first time I remember a city, a monster, but more than anything, a name, "Mikael". In an instant, the memories swarm, in a vision of flames and death. And the silence begins to scream again