Tick tick tick tick...

The clock steadily counts like every breath Vincent exhaled, showtime was soon. Yet another show host gone too soon. Or...so he touted.

He brushed his hair back, smiling at himself in the reflection of the nearest window. All eyes were falling on him as of late. It was enthralling. He couldn't help it.

He, as of this point was the television. He owned almost every program, and his word was law. Who wouldn't enjoy it?

He glanced at his trashcan, tossing a few tissues in to hide the reddened glove just beneath. When the knocking on his door sounded he grinned at himself, shot a wink, then hummed.

"Doors unlocked." He chimed, his voice as...smoothe as could be. No wrinkles, no stress, just power and confidence.