Yes, my dark creation. Tear the roots of insanity from this realm of madness. Feast upon the paranoia of the weak, feed the seeds of doubt until they blossom into despair. For madness is but a gateway into the darkness. Crushing, stoic darkness. Where one can lose oneself and never be found, where fears become reality. There is no laughter, no comraderie. You are alone, well and truly. The hoodie is the harbinger of the end.