The figure turns. It's eyes glow bright with rage, and it has very withered skin with no flesh. It emits an ear-piecing scream, and Ember can suddenly not move an inch. The thing puts its bony fingers on Ember's forehead, and a large of the most severe pain he's ever felt goes through his mind, as he heard a screeching in his ears and someone speaking in a scratchy and hoarse voice, their volume of speech slowly rising. Ember cannot pull his eyes away from the beady, sunken eyes of the figure. A man can be seen in the eyes, smiling. "Ember, you are depressed... Incestual... You rely on other people because you hate yourself."