Where Things Began

It started with two. Then the two became broken.

I wasn't the one who decided this. I was comfortable in that protected alley where things were simple. I knew what paths led where and all the spots I'd find you hiding. Now you hide in a place I cannot reach. How do I get to you? Do I save you or let you be lost to the madness?

Give me a sign.

I'll be searching the alleyways.