Trapped within the haunted corridors of his own mind, left to sift dingy alleyways beneath the Emerald City. Grasping at redemption for sins not his own, voices follow everywhere down psychotic sidewalks. He sleeps in cold graveyards, and heavenly abandoned rooftops, and shadowy underground doorways.
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