FOR ME, DEATH IS NOT THE END.

[ROA]

'You will die'

A figure was turned over in a mud-bed and another one hunched over it ominously.

'Do you think you amount to anything?'

Darkness encroaching on their vision. An eerily blurry imagination. A cascading wall of black leading to a feeling of hopelessness.

'It will consume you like no other'

A hand, red against the black background. Approaching. Approaching.

'Do you fear death child?'

Quinn shot off his bed like he had been doused in cold water.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!"

His eyes were wide and constricted, his hands searching around for balance.

"Quinn!" A voice shouted, "Calm down!!"

A body engulfed his own

'Do you fear death child?'

And he rose his hand to hit it away.

"Please calm down!" the familiar voice said, "I'm here"

'H-Helga…?' Quinn thought, turning his head downwards to see who it was. His eyes met with a head of white hair and Quinn hated the disappointment he felt.