Y/N was a normal girl, with a normal life. Well, kinda. Outwardly, it looked that way. But her drawings, her seemingly complete numbness to gore and death, they were everything but normal. Except to her, anyway. She'd always been that way, drawing things that disturbed others but had no effect on her. Then everything went to shit, and Y/N? Well, Y/N's not really HERE right now. But WE can take a message for you. And who are we? Well, darling, let's just say our appearance is like CLOCKWORK....