Opening the door revealing a dimly lit hall and at the end a door marked by a single nearly extinguished candle. A door leading down. Down into the past. As you take each step forward you can't see anything but you can hear. You can hear the vague echo of the past, of childhood laughter, of a once pure hearted boy who suffered what no child should ever have to. As you proceed deeper down this now spiraling staircase you hear sobbing. As you keep going it becomes louder and eventually you see a dim light around the bend of the spiring pillar of black that was the stairs you walked just minutes before and as you approach closer you see him. The boy in the dark. He was sobbing and once he notices your presence he turns and wipes his tears and proceeds to thank you for not letting him be alone. Then he falls back off the edge of the stairs plummeting into the darkness. Forgotten but forgiven