Bab 118: Under the Surface.

It was so dark anyone would think the run has never shined on it before even the slightest. The darkness was incredibly deep and penetrating, and had this chill that has one contemplating whether or whether not something resides there in that darkness. 

And in that penetrating darkness sat a manly figure on the bare floor. He had one hand stretched out in front of him, and the other on which he laid his arm on. His head was looking down to the floor, and his dark scattered hair had been disassembled and thrown over the front of his face, almost touching the ground.