don't fret precious, i'm here
step away from the window
safe from pain
and truth
and choice
and other poison devils
counting bodies like sheep

The speakers crackled again, and a lamp turned on in the room above, instantly backlighting the figure of a man in a labcoat. It and its wearer had obviously seen better days, though those days must have been a long, long time passed. The coat had dirtied into gray, with tears and frays at the hem, splattered with blood. The man was skeletal with ( Read more... )