There was a man standing in the corner of a room with the look of dread and fear in his heavy face. Thoughts passed through his eyes. A moment of peace was so very far away. It can be very odd seeing someone in that state. Too aware of his surroundings, he would pause and stare at nothing for hours. The mind cannot handle that stress for very long.
He fell to the ground and died. His eyes still had that fear and dread in them. A terrible way to go. A demon came and picked the flesh of his soul clean. Now he was gone forever.
