As he slowly opened his eyes, vowing not to look up at that dreaded scenery, he stared at the dark floor, seeing a stream of fresh blood traversing the grooves of the flooring.
There was nothing except his own name visible on his personal interface–there was no longer a party of players, but just himself now–alone.
The unison of anger, sadness, and despair spiraled in his gut, flowing through his limbs and out of his body through the tears he silently wept.
He wanted to scream, but there was no strength in his conceded body to do so.
Cah-In stepped in front of him, bending to the side as he forcibly met his gaze with his absent eyes, "It burns, doesn't it? Utter powerlessness. Ingrain it into your flesh and never forget it, never let the flames of Hell burn away that lamentation–let it ignite your suffering for an eternity."
Though he was being spoken to directly, he paid no mind to the crazed man's words, lost in a world of utter despair.