Only one person knew the truth.
And that person was slowly dying.
Day by day he was slowly rotting away.
In the world. In his mind.
He slowly disappearing.
He couldn't stop it.
There was no cure. There was no help.
Only he knew.
It was over for him.
His name was Maxwell Tomkins. He had secrets, a lot of them. And he wasn't planning on sharing them anytime soon. Because if he did, his secret could get even worse, and even more deadly.
Maxwell liked walking in parks. You know those big parks where you get lost because there are so many paths you can take and don't know which. The ones you wonder around for hours until your legs get tired and your feet feel sore. Those were his favourite, especially at night. And that's where it all started. It started in the middle of a park.
He doesn't know what happened that night or how his thoughts became a reality. But that's what happened.
