Hanging from a rope, a ring baring a family crest clutched in a death grip, and carved into the wall, semper constans et fidelis. This is what I saw when I entered the apartment building. Wind blew in from broken windows, moving the self lynched body of the guy as he hung there. I turned away from the sight, moving past the body to search the...
How long have I been here? I cannot remember exactly. I've punished many that deserved to be punished so I have not gone hungry. I've supplemented the meat of the wicked with what I could find around the city. Chips, canned fruits and vegetables, and other such things. One day I saw a light flickering in the window of a church and...