text: It's always dark where I am, but that's okay. I like the dark, and I have the Mörker for company. He sits up in my head and watches. Sometimes he talks to me, tells me what to do. I do what he says, because otherwise he will punish me. I remember when I first met the Mörker. I was scared of him then, but now I am terrified. The Mörker tells me to do things that I'm not supposed to. You aren't allowed to kill people, but he Mörker told me to, so I did. I killed lots of people. That's why I'm here, in the darkness. To make me stop. But you can't stop the Mörker.
  
  The days pass, like they always do, sitting in the darkness with the him. We plan together, deciding what to do when we get out. I know we will, eventually. But in the meantime, the darkness is welcoming. It gives the Mörker and I time to think. Time to plan who will die first. The Mörker is very angry with the ones who put us here. But there is something deeper than just anger and resentment. There is pure hatred hiding within the Mörker, and I know he has a reason. I just need to know what it is.
  
  > No you don't
  You chose submission.
  
  I know that I will never break down the walls that the Mörker has built around his secrets. He is far more powerful than I could ever imagine, and I know that if I anger him I will suffer. Nothing, no piece of knowledge in existence, is worth the Mörker's wrath. I decide not to worry about whatever fragment of enlightenment he is hiding from me. It would probably shatter my unstable mind anyway.
  
  As days pass I forget about the secret altogether. In my last days of consciousness, my thoughts are focused on the changes around me. I observe from the sidelines, detached and unemotional. I have no connections to the creature being eaten by darkness. I can only watch, and be afraid of what is to come.
  
  > observe from afar
  You chose acceptance
  
  Now the Mörker's thoughts are screamed inside my head. I no longer control what I do at all. I scream without knowing. My brain is in turmoil. My fists are bleeding from pounding on the walls. My fingernails are raw and broken and the door has long scratch marks embedded into the wood. My clothes are stained with blood and tears. I am a wreck. My face grows even paler against my bloodshot eyes.
  
  The walls are covered with red diagrams and words. I think it may be written in blood. My blood? I don't remember. I'm loosing me memory piece by piece. Now there are long gaps of blankness, times when I cannot remember where I was or what I was doing. It frightens me a bit, but I must embrace the Mörker. My mind cannot focus on who I am or where we are. I can hear things in the walls, scuttling and scraping. The room isn't just dark; the blankness is thick, heavy, suffocating. Almost like I could reach out and touch it. I think I'm going mad.
  
  > give up
  There is nothing for me in this world. I am the Mörker. He is me. He is imbedded so deeply into my brain, he is more myself than I am. My consciousness flicks on and off, sometimes catching snatches of reality. But in all truth, what is reality? What if our perception of what is real and what isn't is wrong? Who was it that said that all of the horror stories, all of the curses and demons, are just fragments of our imagination? What if they were real? Because I have seen past the boundaries of our world, been to a place where the line between dreams and reality is blurred. The Mörker is all-powerful, and all knowing. He can show me the way.
  
  Your last coherent thoughts were something about vengeance, but you don't know who you were talking to.
  
  You chose acceptance
  
  Now the Mörker's thoughts are screamed inside my head. I no longer control what I do at all. I scream without knowing. My brain is in turmoil. My fists are bleeding from pounding on the walls. My fingernails are raw and broken and the door has long scratch marks embedded into the wood. My clothes are stained with blood and tears. I am a wreck. My face grows even paler against my bloodshot eyes.
  
  The walls are covered with red diagrams and words. I think it may be written in blood. My blood? I don't remember. I'm loosing me memory piece by piece. Now there are long gaps of blankness, times when I cannot remember where I was or what I was doing. It frightens me a bit, but I must embrace the Mörker. My mind cannot focus on who I am or where we are. I can hear things in the walls, scuttling and scraping. The room isn't just dark; the blankness is thick, heavy, suffocating. Almost like I could reach out and touch it. I think I'm going mad.
  
  > A noise
  And suddenly, I was back again. Back in my head. In control. For a moment, I was confused, disorientated by my own mind. It had changed, I could see that the darkness and the Mörker had left their mark. I was human again, but I wasn't sure why. What had been so powerful, so pure, that it had forced away the Mörker? My skin began to tremble lightly, goose bumps forming gently on my skin. I was cold, so cold. And for the first time in a while, I was scared.
  
  > There it is again
  I can hear the noise more clearly now, it sounds like shuffling footsteps. A person! There is someone out there, behind my door. Someone so powerful that the Mörker is afraid of them. The sound of a key turning in a rusted lock puts my teeth on edge. Squealing hinges protest as the heavy door swings open. The person stands there, looking at me wildly. He rushes over and tries to take my hands. I snatch them away, staring at him with wide eyes. As he moves closer to me, light from the door streams into the room and lands on my bloodstained fingers. I stop abruptly, staring at my hands. I had almost forgotten what light was. The man takes advantage of my stupor to grab my head in his hands, and he holds my chin up so that I am looking him in the eye. I study his face, drinking in human features as if I was dying of thirst. His eyes are the most captivating, they are the lightest blue, so soft and fragile it would tear if my dirty fingers tainted it. I reach out my hand, and he clasps it tightly. I ned to stay with him. He can make the Mörker stop.