The red hue of light, easy on the eyes but painful on the mind; time’s almost up. The walls seem to close in, yet you still phase through them, entering the next world and pulling your hair out. Single strands at first, until you can no longer see your hands amidst the clutter of blood and hair. Meanwhile, the scum just sits there and stares blankly into your burning soul. They wonder if you’ll ever be able to make them laugh even though every morsel of humor was ripped out of their bones mere moments before they ripped your heart from your chest.