[Pitch nods and starts to walk down the hallway, his hands folded behind his back.]

Exactly. I do my job, my purpose even, and yet I get punished for doing it. Not just by being here, but back home as well. The Guardians watching my every move. It'd degrading.

[The spirit sighs gently and lets his shoulders relax, thinking back.]

The last thing I remember was being dragged down into a hole, by my own creations. Darkness soon followed and I woke up here.