[ He was. He was beginning to fear the mirrors and what he might see in them. It was horrible enough that he knew and he already placed blame on himself, but almost everywhere he turned the reflections taunted him too, pressing in around him, reminding him and giving voice to his guilt.
It seemed worse in the hallways, driving him to near despair when he tried so hard to carry on, he had to for he knew he wasn't the only one suffering in the same way and bleeding. Yet here he was at a stop as a sound emanated from all sides that hissed and buzzed, causing him to turn this way and that to find the source like he'd been doing for days to find the wind chimes.
And then there she was, a twisted and evil tormentor. ]
I'm not afraid to be afraid. You did this? Leave us. You've had your pound of flesh.
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It seemed worse in the hallways, driving him to near despair when he tried so hard to carry on, he had to for he knew he wasn't the only one suffering in the same way and bleeding. Yet here he was at a stop as a sound emanated from all sides that hissed and buzzed, causing him to turn this way and that to find the source like he'd been doing for days to find the wind chimes.
And then there she was, a twisted and evil tormentor. ]
I'm not afraid to be afraid. You did this? Leave us. You've had your pound of flesh.