Vincent stood on the side of the mountain ready to enter one of the many caves. That image was stuck in his head, that demon that stole his emotion... at least he left vincent with anger. The lava below him obviously ment a volcano. Vincent would take his search here. He wanted his emotions back. Vincent drew his sword and walked in. He scrapped his blade along the wall out of pure anger. He entered a room it had a high cealing and the walls were to far away from the cealings walls. He noticed the doors. He felt unease..... a maze. Vincent hated mazes. He walked forward.... which door to choose...