Behind the Black Curtain: Voidwalker
The sound of shuffling footsteps and nasal exhalation tore me from my slumber. My eyes shot open and I looked around the room wildly. Across the room from me in a dingy fireplace, a dying flame emitted a dull glow; the last bastion of light, embattled, struggling to hold back the crushing darkness. Beyond the border of the light of the flame, utter blackness.
