"So, this happened." – said GreyHunt as he observed the people were running away in panic… Running through the mist… Only to then reach a wall.
"Shit! This way!" – said the panicking man as he tried to run away alongside the woman…. Only to then stop, as he could see somebody walking out of the mist…. A man… Or maybe a woman?
It couldn't be said…. They were… "Something"…. And they were not alone, as more and more these scar covered beings began walking out.
"Deformed and covered in all sort of scars." – said GreyHunt as he observed these weird people just rip apart people in inhuman manner… Before then just tearing off bits of their flesh and adding them to themselves.
"She may had created something far cruel that she had planned."
"A curses that made the victims forget who they were."
"Their identity."
"Their race."
"Their gender."
"Everything."
"And this lack of 'identity' had brough forth madness in its purest form."
