A storm billows in the night, raging and churning, the wind fiercely whipping icy, needle-like rain. The only light was provided was from a torch and the branches of lighting in the sky, casting broken beams of light through the canopy of trees. A young man is caught within the rage of the storm, his vision limited from the rain and the inky blackness that surrounded, save for the small circle of his torch's light.
Another bolt of lighting broke through the sky in an explosion, the light shone through the trees. Just off the path lie a cave, the looks of which was a welcome sight for the young man. He ventures forth into the cave to escape the storm. Upon entering the cave, he assumes himself to be the only resident. A voice echoes out from the eerie shadows, the young man is caught off guard. His heart sinks as the wielder of the voice made their form known. Within that night, the young man's life would be forever changed. The question being, is it for better or worse?