Lingering Premonition

The darkness was so thick that it felt like Desmond was wrapped in ink-soaked cotton, smothering every breath. Not a single ray of light reached his fingertips.

The only thing on the wall was a calligraphy scroll, its edges speckled with tiny spots of mold, as if it had been hiding centuries of grime.

He couldn't make out the whole piece, but near the bottom right of the center, the character for