[Can you hear that, Mithos? As you sit in your barred room? It's the sound of shrieking, unyielding, growing louder and louder and louder—until it finally flies by the boy's cell in a colorful mess of red, brown, and green and kamikazes into a wall nearby.
When the sad little heap relaxes into a sadder little heap, one can see what horror sits there: Ian Kolansky, ragged and dizzy, marks in his clothes that probably fit very well with the pattern of lion and tiger paws.]
August 1st | DURING THAT ONE HOLOGRAM EVENT OKIE DOKIE?
When the sad little heap relaxes into a sadder little heap, one can see what horror sits there: Ian Kolansky, ragged and dizzy, marks in his clothes that probably fit very well with the pattern of lion and tiger paws.]
Why... me...