The smell of decomposing skin has long settled in their apartment, leaving unpleasant gagging for everyone who enters. They hid well, pretending to be a living person, although they were rotting from the inside. It almost never left its little bird-like cage, called the room. It just wasn't necessary. Sometimes it came out of there just to show that it hadn't rotted to the end.

Until he showed up. A breath of fresh air, an oasis in the middle of endless sands. Ghost. Their new soul, their new heart and oxygen. They were addicted to Riley like an addict to hard drugs. He couldn't live a day without it.

So, one day his soul, as he called Ghost, was accidentally poisoned and lost consciousness somewhere deep in the alleys of the city. It was a great moment to reconnect with its own, wasn't it? The next morning, unfortunately for Riley, he found himself in a damp and dirty basement, chained with rusty metal chains to a pipe on the wall. The basement was saturated with the smell of corpse decomposition and dampness, which made him vomit almost immediately.