Escaping the Nightmarish Realm

Roy's heart sank when he realized that his attempts at escaping the darkness had been futile. The darkness seemed to stretch on forever, swallowing him whole in its inky blackness. It was a void of emptiness that had sapped his strength and his will to go on.

Like a stagnant pond in the midst of a desolate wasteland, Roy felt as if he was nothing more than a lifeless entity wandering aimlessly.

He had nothing to hold on to, no memories to recall.

He didn't even know why he had tried so hard to escape this place.

What was he struggling so hard for? There was no escape from this hellhole. He had already experienced it!

With his last shreds of hope fading, Roy contemplated ending it all. He was like a matchstick, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

But just as he was about to succumb to his maniacal desire, a voice thundered in his ears, cutting through the silence with an authoritative and stern tone.

"Mongrel! Snap out it!"