C r e e a a a k. . . .
The noise is loud - jarring. A gentle mist of dust, dirt and rest rolling up against spindly, metal-plated heels as two large, metal doors had been carefully forced open by eager hands.
Lipless, fanged mouth quivering with anticipation, golden optics glared upon a work that was soon to be well-made - Another success to add to a collection of hundreds of others.
❛ Hyeh-hyeh-hyeh....❜











