What if you were gifted eternal life? What if you spent decade after decade after decade in the same row of crusty and decaying halls? What if every horrible crime and misdeed you’ve committed was freed from your person? What if you’ve spent so many years of your life in the same dark, damp halls, that you’ve become barely able to move, or even think for that matter? What if you’ve come to realize that eternal life is nowhere near a blessing, it’s a curse? What if the only thought in your mind from the moment you awake to the moment you nod off was hoping that a loose board would fall on you and put you out of your misery?