There was a corridor with a red door at the end which was guarded from where Carson was hovering, and the door lined with statues with arrogant visages. He knew he was somewhere unknown. At first, he could hear nothing and what followed was a loud roar of people cheering as the door began to open. He saw the light and though he was supposed to be swimming forth, there was something holding him back. A force so strong that he could barely move. At that moment of struggle, Carson heard the sound of someone with a sweet and full of harmony. He recognized the voice but there was always something keeping him from getting out of the state he was in.
It was then that he only realized who it was that was really holding him, he turned around to face his kidnapper. He saw the familiar jet-black ta
