In this game, survival is nothing more than a figment of your imagination - a dream. It comes and goes, but lingers in the back of your mind, gnawing at your thoughts until it consumes you.
But for me, it's different. Survival feels attainable, something I can overcome. I see it clearly - until I see him.
A figure standing still. A shadow of a man, void of all colour.
He smirks. That damn smirk. I know it too well - the "all-knowing" look of the man who haunts every corner of my existence.
Lee Know