~ Sebastian ~

There was pitch darkness everywhere, it could have dragged one to the pits of labyrinth with no return but not me. I was laying there, staring into nothing but this darkness felt homely.

It felt warm.

As if I was made for it, I belong there. So, what if there are constant screams echoing in my ear? So what if I am unable to hear anything but those scream?

That’s why I don’t show mercy because I can’t hear them in the first place. How can I when I don’t understand what they say? Yet, I love this place.

It was home.

A drop of blood fell...