Ray sat in his cell, waiting to be transitioned to the arena. He'd heard of the Wraith, just another push over needing to be knocked down a peg. Ray sighed, and laid back on his bed, looking up into the lights. He'd not thought about it until the Acon sat in his room, but there were lights on the floor as well. Ray figured it was to keep the shadows away. But these silly scientists don't get it, light is the fastest thing they can comprehend, but the dark...oh but the dark is so much faster. As light moves, it finds that the dark is already there, waiting for it. Dark is constant, there's no doubt about that. He chuckled as he flipped a cup upside down. "See? Always there."