fear.

The impending black claws grasped my heart, encroaching on my neutral emotions. As the claws flung their sharp talons into my very soul, I shuddered, cold sweat running down my brow. I tried to rub some feeling into my clammy, numb hands, but moving brought a sweeping wind of darkness, and I was left paralyzed.

The man sauntered closer, his face smug. He had eyes like wildfire, crackling flames and screams of death leaving everlasting echoes in their wake. He is insane, death incarnate.

"I've been waiting for you, my dear."