truck-san-chan
A dark visitor comes knocking. The rain pelts in grey sheets of dampening ice - like buckets drained from the clouds. He is clothed, shrouded, in a dark cloak, shading his features. You do not know who - or why, or how he has reached you. Your only hope is to not answer the door...
Bloodied drapes thick upon white windows - the shade of rich, rich wine. The tossed pathetic in the evening storm, clouds drowning the skies so recently blue. Scars of lightning etched the sky, and he waited - watching, and eternal sentry behind the dark, dark drapes.
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