The door creaked open, the hinges shrieking in their pain as they strained once more after a hundred years of rest. Green light poured into the room but yet tainted by a darkness, a shadow.
There he stood.
A man.
A beast.
A raging inferno of all that hopes and dreams can achieve when they fail. His eyes blazed with the fury of the hopeless, the cold justice of a dream now long dead.
He did not speak, nor did he move.
He simply stood.
The sound echoed throughout the room, rebounding countless times again and again, never ending in it's quest to free itself from this prison of a room.
The man lay on the ground, slowly tapping a metal nail on the hard metal floor surronded by metal walls.