Cyaniiide
Prince of Chaos
(Note: This is written in 3rd person! Anything in "quote marks" is Cyaniiide talking.)

The sky was dark. It always was in this accursed place. The outline of the nearby mountains cut through the air like jagged peices of broken glass. Why are you here? You don't know. But the feel of the place makes you wish you never stumbled across it. You edge forward, step by step, and soon come across some dark red puddles.
Blood.

You turn around, your heart beginning to race. You have to get out of here. Your legs seize up. Frozen. You scream, your voice echoing eerily around the desolate land. Your legs won't obey you.
Something laughs. A insane laugh that sounds almost like a scream. The laughter fades, and you turn around. And stare straight into the ice-blue, lifeless eyes of a uni.
Cyaniiide has found you.