Mar 8, 2015
Insanity (Open)
Darkness... That's all he felt over the past several days... Nothing but black... Dark... Alone... The furniture had been flipped. What wasn't was shredded or not there, their whereabouts unknown. A set of knives sat next to him... Unused, but there. The cuts on his skin were made by his own doing- claw marks that shredded his jacket, shirt, and even drew blood in several areas. He was slumped against the wall; lifeless and unmoving, large red stains covering him from head to toe. "Have you heard the Voice of a madman...?" he asked, moving only his mouth. "I need notes to compare..."