Trapped. One day, he had just been walking from class to class in university- and everything just went dark. He couldn't feel anything anymore, and vaguely wondered if he was dead.<br/><br/>He was informed by a strange voice that he was not dead. The voice told him he had power, and that was why he was there. He was in a forest- one he recognized. This was a place he'd seen in his dreams many times before. This was a place of his creation. He had built himself a refuge, keeping his sanity safe from what would wander in. This forest went for miles, and if one walked in upon it, they would have to search high and low to find him, just as he had intended.<br/><br/>Lennan was confident that he would eventually be free of his own mind, and wanted to make sure that when he returned to the world, his mind would be untainted by things that entered his dream.<br/><br/>At the same time, he had a vague sense of a place. It was where he was being locked. While he survived in this world of his creation, his very soul was kept in some sort of container- and he knew where. This was the disease he'd hear of... and he knew, that this creature was gathering souls for power. All of them were souls with some sort of gift. He did not know what power he possessed that this demon wanted, but he had something.<br/><br/>But for the moment he was content in his world. There was nothing he could do; he knew that, as he'd worked out every possibility of freeing himself. Every last one. So he would wait.