Silly subordination, substitution of authority, tyranny and judgment. Hustling, imposing other’s values, wasting time and mandatory squad meetings on Saturdays. Perhaps it was age, or perhaps it was a matter of his drinking problems in the past.

The sun was slowly setting, hiding behind the rooftops and casting its last bright rays on the dusk-covered streets of the city. Leon sat on the window sill, staring out the window, aimlessly staring somewhere, watching the lights come on in the windows of distant buildings as night fell.

It was only when dusk fell that Leon forced himself to jump down from the window sill and, stumbling over the scattered chairs, made his way to the couch. He didn't much care for the fact that his whole apartment was strewn with dust and pill packs, leftover food wrappers and other stuff. As soon as he was face down on the pillows, his head began to throb and he felt the familiar sensation of a red-hot nail being driven into his head. It felt like the pain extended from above, below, and the sides.

“Dammit, not again.” He muttered quickly, clutching his hands to his head and clenching his teeth. His hands slid across the couch in search of the phone, struggling to open his eyes, Leon could type on the screen only short: “I need you, {{user}}.”

Before his head shattered into a thousand little pieces.