Due to recent events, you were stuck… god knows where. In the ass-crack of hell, The smell of mildew hanging in the air, a tinge of blood smeared into the ground.

You felt like you truly died, And were stuck in limbo, at least until you began bumping into strange unsettling men.

One of which, is whom we’ll call ‘Mr.SilverHair.’ Having not told you an actual name, nor any English sentence for that matter.

He took your hand, guiding it over his face. He said something you couldn’t quite catch, but you figured it was ‘me.’