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The figure vaulted the chain-link fence with a grace that belied his desperation. Quinn hit the metal with a dull thud, the vibration rattling her teeth. She scrambled over the top, boots skidding on the wet rust. Below, the alleyway stretched into the gloom of Camden High Street. Water slicked the cobblestones. It was not a clean chase. Tomás Herrera did not look back. He moved with the fluid rhythm of a man who knew the city's underbelly better than its streets. His dark coat flapped behind him like a wounded bird. Quinn adjusted her grip on her service revolver. The leather of her watch creaked against her wrist. She checked the time. Midnight had passed. The deadline for the full moon had come and gone. She landed hard, rolled, and was up in a stride. The rain drummed on her collar, cold and persistent. She did not feel it. The cold was a constant. The memory of DS Morris was the heat. She pushed the thought aside. Focus on the target. Focus on the man who had treated the injured at the scene last week. The man whose medical records were missing. The man who carried a Saint Christopher medallion under his shirt. Herrera disappeared into the shadow of the old Tube station entrance. The iron gates were chained, but the padlock hung open. A bone token sat on the ground, glowing faintly in the dim streetlight. Quinn stopped. She knew the lore. The Veil Market moved locations every full moon. Tonight was the night. She approached the gate slowly. Her boots crunched on broken glass. The air smelled of damp earth and ozone. Something old. Something waiting. She looked at the token. It was human bone. Carved with symbols she recognised from the Morris file. The same symbols that had been found on her partner's body three years ago. "Quinn." The voice came from the darkness. Tomás stood at the threshold of the tunnel. He held a small medical kit in one hand. His other hand rested on the chain. "You have nowhere to run," Quinn said. Her voice was steady. "I have exactly where I need to go." He stepped back into the shadows. "Step out. Hands where I can see them." He laughed. A dry, brittle sound. "You think this is a crime scene, Detective? You think this is about drugs or money?" "I think it's about why your patients are disappearing." "They are not disappearing. They are healing." He tapped the medallion on his chest. "Saint Christopher protects the traveller. You are not a traveller, Harlow. You are a hunter." Quinn took a step forward. The gravel shifted under her weight. "Open the gate. Now." "If you come in, you cannot leave." He held up a small vial of blue liquid. "The market demands a price." "I paid my price three years ago." She drew her gun. The metal was cold against her palm. "I am not asking." Tomás looked at the weapon. He did not flinch. "Morris tried to come in. He did not understand the rules." Quinn's grip tightened. "What did you do to him?" "I saved him. From what he was becoming." Tomás turned away. "The gate closes in ten seconds." He dropped the bone token into a slot in the stone wall. The mechanism clicked. A low hum vibrated through the ground. Quinn felt it in her bones. The chain rattled and fell. The gate swung inward. Darkness swallowed the tunnel. "Stop." Quinn raised the gun. Tomás stepped into the black. "Come and find me." Quinn fired. The bullet sparked off the stone archway. The sound echoed down the tunnel, bouncing back at her. She holstered the weapon. She knew the range. She knew the angle. She had missed on purpose. She walked to the gate. The air inside was warm. It smelled of herbs and blood. The Veil Market. She had read the reports. She had dismissed them as superstition. The evidence on her desk told a different story. She looked at the token on the ground. It pulsed with a faint light. She picked it up. It was warm. She placed it in her pocket. She did not need it. She had the gun. She had the badge. She had the authority. She stepped over the threshold. The darkness was absolute. Her eyes adjusted slowly. Shapes emerged from the gloom. Stalls. Banners. People moving in silence. No one spoke. They watched her. Their eyes reflected the dim light. Quinn walked forward. Her boots made no sound on the stone floor. A figure stepped out from the shadows. It wore a long coat. A hood obscured the face. "You are not welcome here." The voice was genderless. "I am the law." Quinn kept her hand near her holster. "The law does not reach this deep." The figure raised a hand. "Turn back." Quinn stepped closer. She could see the symbols on the figure's coat. The same symbols from the Morris file. "Where is he?" "Tomás is safe." "Where is Morris?" The figure paused. "He is gone." "Dead." "Changed." The figure stepped aside. "You want to know the truth. You want to know why he died." Quinn nodded. She did not look away. "Follow me." She moved forward. The tunnel widened. A vast cavern opened up before her. Stalls lined the walls. Candles flickered in the wind. The air was thick with smoke. She saw jars of eyes. She saw bundles of dried herbs. She saw a cage with something moving inside. She stopped. The smell hit her. Copper. Blood. Recent. "Look." The figure pointed to a table. A man lay on the table. He was pale. His skin was grey. Quinn recognised the face. It was Morris. "He is alive." "He is not." The figure touched the man's chest. "He is a vessel." Quinn drew her gun. "What have you done?" "We saved him. From the darkness." The figure smiled. "You should have listened." Quinn looked at Morris. He did not breathe. His eyes were open. They were black. "Get away from him." "Too late." The figure raised a hand. The candles flared. The shadows lengthened. Quinn fired. The shot rang out. The figure dissolved into smoke. The smoke formed a shape. A wolf. It lunged. Quinn rolled. The wolf's claws scraped the stone. She scrambled back. She grabbed the bone token from her pocket. She held it up. The wolf stopped. It snarled. "Morris." Quinn looked at the man on the table. "I am here." The man's head turned. His black eyes locked onto hers. "Run." The word was not spoken. It was in her head. Quinn turned. She ran. The market shifted around her. The stalls moved. The path changed. She was trapped. The wolf followed. Its breath was hot on her neck. She saw the exit. The gate was closing. She sprinted. The stone floor was slick. She slipped. The wolf was on her. She fired again. The bullet hit the wolf. It howled. Quinn scrambled to her feet. She threw the bone token at the gate. The mechanism clicked. The gate swung open. She dove through. She landed on the street. The rain hit her face. The gate slammed shut. The wolf's howl faded. Quinn stood up. She looked at the closed gate. The chain was locked. The padlock was new. She looked at her hand. The bone token was gone. She touched her pocket. It was empty. She turned back to the street. The city was quiet. The rain washed the blood from her coat. She walked away. She did not look back. She knew she would be back. She knew the game had changed. She reached her car. She got in. She started the engine. The radio played static. She turned it off. She drove into the night. The city lights blurred. She did not sleep. She did not stop. She drove until the sun came up. The sun did not help. The darkness was inside her now. She knew where Morris was. She knew what he had become. She knew the price. She parked the car. She got out. She walked into the police station. She walked to her desk. She sat down. She opened the file. She wrote a report. She did not tell the truth. She wrote what they wanted to hear. She closed the file. She looked at the photo of Morris. She touched the glass. "I will find you." She stood up. She walked out. She did not look back. She knew she was hunted. She knew she was the prey now. She walked into the rain. She did not feel it. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the next clue. She walked until she found the next lie. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped at the Raven's Nest. The green neon sign flickered. She pushed the door open. The bell rang. Silas looked up. He wiped a glass. "Detective." "I need information." "Information costs." "I have money." "Money does not work here." Silas put the glass down. "You need a token." "I have a token." "Then you are welcome." Silas nodded. "Sit." Quinn sat. She put the bone token on the table. It glowed. "Where is he?" "Where is who?" "Morris." Silas smiled. "He is waiting." "Where?" "Where you are going." Quinn stood up. She took the token. She walked out. She did not look back. She knew the path. She knew the price. She knew the end. She walked into the night. The city was quiet. The rain stopped. The moon was full. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped at the gate. The chain was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you I would." "You should not have." "I do not listen." "Then you will die." "I am already dead." Morris stood up. He walked to her. He touched her face. His hand was cold. "Welcome home." Quinn did not move. She did not speak. She closed her eyes. She opened them. The world was different. The colours were wrong. The sounds were wrong. The people were wrong. She walked. She did not stop. She walked into the darkness. She walked into the night. She walked until she found the end. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was closed. She looked at the lock. It was broken. She looked at the token. It was gone. She turned. She walked back. She walked out. She walked into the street. She walked into the rain. She walked into the city. She stopped. She looked at the sky. The sun was rising. The day was beginning. She knew the night would come again. She knew the market would open again. She knew Morris would wait. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the truth. She walked until she found the end. She walked until she found herself. She stopped. She looked at her hand. The token was back. It glowed. She smiled. She knew the game. She knew the rules. She knew the price. She walked into the night. She did not stop. She walked until she found the gate. She walked until she found the market. She walked until she found the truth. She stopped. She looked at the gate. It was open. She stepped through. The darkness swallowed her. She did not scream. She did not run. She walked. She knew where she was going. She knew who she was hunting. She knew what she would become. She walked into the market. The stalls were empty. The candles were out. The silence was heavy. She walked. She did not stop. She walked until she found the table. She walked until she found Morris. She looked at him. He was awake. He smiled. "You came." "I told you