A man came up to me. Withered and gray. A smile spread upon his cheeks. A shining aura bursting from him.
Yet I do not feel the same as I look at him. For I feel a poison creeping in me. For I take sight of my tormentor. The Eye.
Oh! I pity for his misery. Living with such a monster. This man needs to be saved. This man needs to be cleansed.
Creaking floorboards. Balmy hands. I held this with my light. Shone to the old man that awaken from his slumber.
I then saw my bane of existence. I then destroyed it so. Now I see only red. oozing all over the floor.
I now feel nothing. I now see nothing. I am just here at this silent night. With the whispers of the wind.