CoffeeHunter

It was always disappointing to watch them fall. Not because of their fall, but the demise of man and the struggles they had. Everyone had a tragedy, and unfortunately, not all were play worthy or even story-like in their climax and downfall. To end after a long boring story was always a lack of entertainment, who didn't enjoy a good meal and a good story that they could take part in. Netye stepped over the cold body of her last victim, face down on the floor. It was a sorry case of a man who lost his family, but a will to live had brought her to feed on his stale depression. He didn't last long under her power, the lack of will to live had brought the old man to an early natural death as he had simply let himself go and now left her without an interesting story or a meal to feed on, like she was about to encounter with Raph and Stas. She pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and pulled it over his body, her heals clicking against the floor as she moved towards the door. She

Titus lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear Marshall’s gentle breathing from his bed on the other side of the room. It was dark out, the rest of the day having gone about like he’d imagine prison would go. Though most people here seemed to treat it like a factory job. This was no job to him. Groaning in annoyance he rolled over and quietly slipped out of bed, looking to the sleeping dire before leaving the room. Despite the rooms looking like cells he had found out early on the door were not actually locked. Of course, he’d quickly retreated the times he’d left earlier because the guards in the halls watching him made him anxious. But he couldn’t take laying in his room anymore so he sucked up the butterflies in his stomach to carefully walk down the hall and past Ella and Teddy whom he’d learned was the second guard’s name. Keeping his head low his eyes dart to them as their gaze remained unwavering, watching him like dolls in a window display. They didn't say