You little devil..
Forced into isolation. Push. Pushing himself forward. There he was, sentenced by himself as every inch of his body cried out in agony. He had been placed here by his own accord. Why? To teach himself a lesson, perhaps, or maybe he just wanted to make himself stronger.
Either way, he regretted the decision now as he walked through the depths of this place. South. It had taken him hostage, in a way, all those years ago when he had become the wretchedness that had existed as a torture hole. Now, to be free from it, to no longer be a part of that hole... It was liberating and humiliating all the same.
So, here he was, crawling through the desert of South. In exile.
