Giffon floated in darkness, staring at a single point of light, which had suddenly come into existence. Bright and red, the light cast itself upon his body, reminding him of his own hideousness. Writhing around in a vain attempt to distance himself from the light, Giffon quickly realized the hopelessness of his situation. And so, with a keen sense of despair, he resigned himself to being forever reminded of the reason he fled into the Void in the first place. The poor souls around him found the light a source of hope, but for Giffon, the sight of his demonic form bathed in blood-red was worse than any dark or isolation.