(A Silver and Zero production) Fallen

[Maero]

I sense...dark spirits. Not demons, more like leaches. Whoever is under there is attracting them like a honey covered prisoner attracts ants. The person beneath the rag did not move, yet stood up straight enough to seem conscious, and yet did not seem to be restrained. "So, you going to turn around and make tracks? Or am I going to have to make tracks on your grave boy?" Asked the gang leader.