The moonlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains and across the floor as the tall, pale man sat in the chair, watching his recently captured “victim” who lay unconscious, strapped into another chair just a few feet away. “I guess most people don’t take well to sleeping pills,” remarked the man with a sly grin. The room’s walls were made of stone, and the doors were made of a thick wood, rich with enchantments. This would prevent any sound from escaping, and the pale man knew that there would be lots of sound. Sounds so horrifying that they would cause even the hardened of men to quiver. Sounds that, had they not been deflected off of the hardest stone, would shake the wooden foundations of any other building.

The man grinned. His captive would soon awaken, and then the work would begin. Or, the man thought aloud, “What should I do with this one? What will his purpose be? Will he die like the rest, or…”

The man then realized that he could use him for a greater purpose.