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The city is rotten. Decay seeps out between each brick as weeds are the sunlight through cracks in the pavement. A faceless mass does its best to navigate the mechanism as the little guy closes shop for good. Everything according to the plans.

Now watch this way for awhile.

Neil kills women. Many women. Made during the years, but only now it comes for him. Faceless in the plastic bag, he taunts with silent puzzles. Why did she just leaves one? It will take a drink to get rid of him, forget it's there, pick up the handset and hope they pick up.

It would give you his name, but it is false. It would be changed his focus too. You probably had a conversation perfectly delightful. He buys probably a pint. You would likely discussed politics, literature, the State of modern art and it is probably remember more you. But now your eyes are blurry and hurts your head. You cannot move, because your hands are tied behind your back. As regain you focus see you. Stark is staring at you. You don't have ever been more terrified. In his right hand, an axe. To his left, a corkscrew. The way he sees, you have two options.

For Heather his moments of silence. The spaces between each sound. It's his happy place. In the silence between the Cree and every heart monitor beep. Every action, every thought. But, Heather has been silent for too long. Here's where it said enough.

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