The crowd is everywhere. Under black and dull clothing lies mechanical monsters, moving as one. Closer and closer I can't even breathe. Covered by shadows, no longer visible. They are tearing me limb from limb.
Every sudden movement sent my heart racing, my body coiled to either flee or fight. The shadows held demons from my nightmares, and every creak of the floor was a harbinger of doom. The whispers of the wind outside seemed to echo the hiss of my captor's breath in my ear, and the distant wail of a siren was the howl of the Fiery Claws coming for me. I had become a creature of the dark, my soul scarred by the horrors I had witnessed and endured.