[b]Before the supper, Jared's "Quarters" The man sits on the mattress dragged in, and shakes slightly, his body racked by shuddering spells ridden with tendrils slithering over his body he sobs once, blood instead of tears flowing out of his eyes his character seemed unhinged, defeated His body broken, and a keyblade was leaning on the wall, anyone who dared venture near the room was met with a feeling of dread, doubt, and uncertainty Lying over on his side, he calmed down some, but then groaned Anyone with the ability to peer into minds was then confronted with a range of memories, thousands of them, from minds not his own all screams of the damned, a hellish chorus that would drive any common man insane Lastly, came a repeated phrase, heard only once by people nearby[/b] "Nocturnal, guide my hand......." ((open))