Hikikomori House

Random doodles

«Catharsis»

poorly made translation of this quick shot is under the cut. something about DeSalvo's route

A plump man had the misfortune of pushing him on the subway, and in an instant he was flat on the table. Cold sweat glistened under the artificial light, fat oozed lazily from deep incisions, the poor fellow was howling something about his wife and children. It didn't matter anymore. The bastard should've been more careful. Good job, Evan, you couldn't stand it! Not this time!

All this, of course, was only in Evan's mind - the only memory that remained from the journey home. Drunk with the amount of blood he had spilled, he collapsed on the dusty, creaking bed, unable to undress, and fell into the embrace of the dark night. It no longer frightened him. Fulfilling the proletarian dream, it had become as equal to the clearest, sunniest day, and they were both equally repulsive.

There was no sleep. This endless night was spent in a fever. He felt nauseous, but did not vomit. This dirt won't come out with the bile anyway - it hides much deeper than that. Only one person can get it out, and, of course, it must be done surgically...