Low winds whined through rusted chain link fences and the holes in his wrists. He was the hiss of the rain as it spattered across the...

He was a scream ripping through the veins of the world. Clawing his way up; feeding on the pain he caused. He was the dragon, caged,...

He was the smell of gasoline and the taste of used matches where the ember still glows beneath the char. He carried the static of a...