In the darkness of an old warehouse, bodies, both skeletal and less decomposed are piled up in corners. The blood from the fresher ones seems to have been drained, only to splatter the walls in messages like "WELCOME TO HELL" and "TURN BACK NOW". If one were to venture upstairs, they'd find a lone chair, sitting in the midst of a lighted window, and a flash of a coin, being flipped in the fingers of an entity in a dark corner. Apoun noticing his visitor(s), the man would step into the light and put the coin away. His features appear very normal, save for those unusual red eyes. A French accent would slip past the blond man's lips: "Welcome... If you have ventured this far, i'd like to ask of the names of my visitors. I'd also like to congratulate you on your fearlessness. My name... is Derek.
