Darkness, shadows, despair: my whole world was defined by those three words. For how long had my life been confined to this trio of poverty? I do not know. The scattered remains of my spirit must have chased away the concept of time, probably to protect me from the throes of madness… Why else? The muffled cries that found their way to my ears reminded me that I was not the only poor soul wandering through this damned hole. May you all be damned, men from Above! As if the Underworld was not punishment enough in itself, you had to come add yourselves to our long list of tortures! You see us as even less valuable than one of your simple tools. You may laugh as much as you like, one day you will all join us…