Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur

rage, the crimson monster dwelling beneath his skin it comes out with a thought someone dared to intrude upon his safe haven  H O W  D A R E  T H E Y

wandering thoughts make way for doubt  doubt makes way for useless emotions what a reckless and redundant course and yet, he can't bear to surrender them is he considered foolish or sentimental 

I shall be doing my homework uwu 

deep lines crisscrossed his abdomen and back, some small ,some large, a few fresh. four bullet holes from two lucky shots by another splicer looking to gain something from him. the fingers on his right hand were all crooked from being broken and then resetting it without proper medical skills. his left hand was covered with small indents from the use of Winter Blast.  his skin overall was not smooth, years without proper nutrition and care has left him with cracked skin in places such as his soles, hands, knees and elbows 

it is time for me to rest uwu good night!