Its standing over me like a tower, its shadow eating me up like last nights leftovers, slowly hiding within its presence, because its the only thing I know of. Knowing the darker parts of its place, walking its narrow halls getting lost in the thought of an image of that one thing you've seen in your mind many times, the real but non-real always reminding you that its watching you like an eagle hunting its pray, all it needs is the perfect time to strike. Because thats what it does best. Kill.
Minyoung.
