The smooth dark walls, carved in a beautiful concave way, bringing to light to history, when water used to pass through. The canyon was deep, looking in from the top all you would see is the darkness.
At this moment a figure was covered by said darkness, His footsteps showing no hesitation. What was around him held no sway on his attention. As a living corpse he could be bothered by the chilling cold around him.
It was as though he was attracted to something. And anything around him was a bother. For the first time since becoming a Jumper his heart was pumping. When he got sent here, he thought it was a fluke at first. The beat was weak, Unnoticeable, it was when he felt the sensation of life that he knew it was no joke.
