SmothBM

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

Yojaiyam walks towards the cushion slowly, his legs barely functioning he drags them towards the cushions and sits, his eyes show but exhaustion and despair, they reflect nothing but a husk of a man once free, he stares at the floor..... he takes a deep breath and prepares his mouth to speak. "I'm... exhausted... I have been wandering for years alone seeking for justice... I have lost everything, outcasted, alone, powerless and weak; my zeal and faith for my God is the only thing that keeps me going, but even that hope is dimming. Everything... It feels like a punishment from him, one that I am starting to believe that I deserve, I don't know what to do, I just wish to lay down my head... and..." Yojaiyam begins letting down tears from his eyes and as he attempts to speak he begins sobbing and between the cries he says "I only wish to die, I cannot anymore, I don't know what to do, I have lost it all, my family, my home, my beloved and my purpose, outcasted, hated and taken as a slave... The only reason why I am even alive is because of him, he... he, spoke to me one night, and stopped me from seeking the sleep of death." Yojaiyam raised his gaze at the heavens with tears down his face and mucus running down his nose, he exclaims. "Why have you allowed this to me? Have you abandoned me? Do you not love me? If so, allow me the sleep of death and do not reject me from your presence as you have rejected me here in my flesh! Please... I beg you... Don't leave me... Don't leave me..." As Yojaiyam's tears begin fading away, he cleans his face and looks at the old lady with a wistful smile, he attempts to open his mouth, but he encounters difficulty in finding the proper words to say... "thank you, truly, thank you, it has been years since anyone has asked about my life, even if you did not mean to help in asking about my story, you still did help and for that i truly thank you again."