"Henryyy..." (inkangcl)
The voice, echoed with anticipation of spreading despair among the weak-willed. The sound drags with visions of a woman containing a plan already in motion. The dwelling participation Henry has accomplished on to this very point, decapitating the head of misery and replacing it with a shriveled head of hope. A sad, sad journey, missing a friend who he did not create, but did indeed enjoy the company it held around even with the simplest of interference.
The head of brown hair and blue eyes tilted, trailing the journey to the source of the voice. It could be behind him, nearby him, in front of him without giving a proper appearance. There is no hint, but a chance of surprise, for even Henry can be ignorant of the physical capabilities that drive this inner world of mad.
‘ Why are you hiding? ‘
A voice of filled with anxious but confronting desire to know what was in store for their little “date” now. But there was always one question that remains in the mind of the old man.
‘ And..why do you want me to die? I didn’t do anything to you. ‘