Standing alone a man shrieks. "We can fix you," echoes in his mind. Each time it echoes, a new voice is screaming, a new voice is talking, and a new voice is ended by emptiness. This time the voice is only in his head. Surrounded by fresh pieces of human, a man shrieks.
Rivers of blood surround the man. Gusts of wind throw blood over the already stained forest. As drops of still warm liquid drip into his mouth, the man screams. The only thing left, in his mind, is the voices. The voices fill his head with only one sentence. Who is this person? What is the man's name? Not even the man can answer these inquiries.
