"Can you see me? I'm not there."

"I can see."

"Do you know something?"

"I know nothing."

"Your fingers are shaped funny."

"I did not know."

"I did. I know everything."

"To think that such dotty fingers could kill."

"Any fingers can kill. In the same way that anyone can die."

He coughs up some smoke, before fixing his spectacles and narrowing his eyes.

"You seem to speak of such matters lightly."

"I am not the villain here. They will come. You'll see."

"You have the mind of a murderer. No one will come. No one can come. You are a murderer, and everyone is already dead."

"I did not kill them all. Some are spared. The spared will come for me. They are bound to me...soon you will be too."

"I've never spoken to a Hierophant before, but from what I can see, they are no different from broken worms."

He said nothing.

"Did you know her?"

"I know worms."

"Was it fun watching her plead?"

"I have no recollection for such trivial matters."

"Did you enjoy seeing her eyes cloud over?!"

"What eyes?" He asked.

He lift up his boot and showed the man the bottom.

"Do you mean these? I thought I heard a squishy sound as I cut her fingernails."

"You bastard! That was my fiancé!"

"What does that matter to me? Soon you will join her, there is no need to worry."

"You are sick, wretched-"

His eyes narrowed.

His throat caved, though there was no arm there squeezing it. His cheeks burned red and his eyes clamped shut in anguish.

"I may be chained, but that will not stop me, Detective Medlock."

He slumped to the floor.

"Who are you? What  are you?"

"You have a very attractive Adam's apple."

"You monster."

"Just the right texture, nice and moist and not too symmetrical. Fits perfectly in your throat."

"I'm going to go mad."

"I'm afraid I will enjoy seeing you."

"Seeing inside you."

"F*ck this."

"Oh? I think they're here."

The door burst open.