I do not know what to trust, a mist covers my vision. A figure's gaze on my back, embers of what is lost on my skin. My breath kneels before her scent and I take my step inside the fog. I follow the trail yet something is here with me, I am not alone. My paranoia grows and so does it, I can not see it, I can not understand it yet I know that it is here, so close that I can feel it's essence on my breathing soul. Who is she?Where is he? What is it? Why is it here? What does it want from me? Why do I hear sirens? Why is her hand so cold, so cruel?