THE UNDERWORLD
Jane made her way into a log cabin for shelter. Since there’s no sunlight in the underworld, there’s no hope for dawn. As she walks around the cabin, she was nervous about the picture frames affixed to the wooden wall of the cabin. The picture frames have a series of creatures with four harms and some with two heads.
The cabin looks old and its woods were fallen apart. This didn’t bother her. She just wanted a roof over her head. As she draws closer to take a look at the picture frames, her eyes were drawn to a pool of blood.
Before she could make a head or tail whose blood it was, a shapeless shadowy figure emerged from the blood and slammed her across the table. Flying over her the shapeless figure disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.
She steeled up her feet and g
