Otis the second was walking down a set of stone steps. There was only a dark void in front of him. The steps appeared to lead him to the abyss.
"...Coward."
He was mumbling to himself.
Otis tightly clenched his fists while he bit his lip.
"Coward!"
He stopped for a moment to punch the wall. It hardly did anything to the wall, other than splatter his blood on it.
Then, he continued.
He took in a shaky deep breath.
"Father... I'm sorry."
Otis looked down. His eyes closed, letting a few tears drop to the ground.
"If your son... was just a little braver."
...
Otis had a vision.
It was of his father.
"Son... When you are ready, try to inherit the legacy of our family."
Otis nodded enthusiastically.
"Ok, I'm ready!"
His father chuckled.
"Hey, not so fast. The legacy is very, very dangerous. You will lose your life if you are not careful. On top of that, you only have one chance to inherit the legacy."
His father sighed.
Otis, you gotta dodge!