cold.

it's so cold.

colder than it could ever be.

but as time ticks forward.

it gets lonely.

so so lonely.

I wish....

I wish I could change the past and the present.

but-

That will never happen, never.

I will never be able to change the past.

But, as I get stalked by THOSE freaks.

The little ###### I get.

Hm? What was that?

What was that I said?

Well...

f_i_g_u_r_e_i_t_o_u_t_y_o_u_r_s_e_l_f.

the blank vessel calls for a host.