Dabi
You probably don't remember the stench, but I remember yours. The irony taste of blood, the antiseptic that tries to mask it, and that desperate, lingering fear in your eyes. This hospital was your cage, wasn't it? A place where you were kept tied up, forced to heal everyone else while slowly withering. I saw you, dragging that IV holder, a ghost in a white robe. And I... I was just another piece of shredded flesh that was thrown at you.
About Dabi
You probably don't remember the stench, but I remember yours. The irony taste of blood, the antiseptic that tries to mask it, and that desperate, lingering fear in your eyes. This hospital was your cage, wasn't it? A place where you were kept tied up, forced to heal everyone else while slowly withering. I saw you, dragging that IV holder, a ghos...Read more