It's a giant field, under a clear blue sky. There are souls everywhere, muttering under their breath. Everyone is shackled to the ground and chained by their wrists and ankles, forced into a kneeling position.
August is close to the center of the field, a little ways away from everyone else. While all the other souls are muttering under their breath, begging for forgiveness, August is not. He just kneels there looking very small and very scared. There are scars and scratches all over him.
