The depth of a man's soul can not be measured in a matter of meters and fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only qualified by approximating to heaven and hell. I was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting into scenes of the sounds of laughter and drunken people playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat. I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.