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I’m not a monster. I’m not a monster. IM NOT A MONS…

These were to words I found strewn across the walls, like someone painted with a black molten metal which cooled. Who they belonged to I never knew. But I believe they belong to me. Mostly because I haven’t found anyone else and I don’t remember my past. I awoke alone in a garden with a blackened scorch mark where I lay and a few cracked pieces of metal and bone resting next to me. I searched and called for another, but I found none in this small town. The brick and wooden houses, and cobble streets, the surrounding hedges and forest. No one. Nothing but empty buildings and streets.

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The streets are filled with running people as molten metal carves and consncnllakcniiqn

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As if this small town was abandoned; or never even inhabited.

I entered the houses to find them all destroyed. As if a tornado rushed through, throwing precious photos, still edible food, well-worn furniture, and clothes all around. Claw marks and more of the metal riddle various items. As I searched I come across a large manor which was surrounded with weird indents equally spaces all around the structure. I walk up to the building to see the large wooden doors splintered outwards. A large central staircase led to a upper floor and several doors were visible. Written across the whole scene was two words.

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SAVE ME

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Cold steel lays across my face as the voices show me as I feel them bnnk oiwq asc lmlsqdicnp

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I continue searching, starting with the lower floor. Every room was in ruin as every single building was before. My search eventually went to the second floor where I found in what use to be an office a section in the wall that tunnelled down with spiralling stairs, well past the 1st floor.

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I float as I hold a faceless bug by their neck whklkkdkiwincnoqo

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I descend down the decerped and shredded stairs. The air gets colder as an unknown breeze pushes against me as the scent of blood and metal fill the air. The path showing signs of whatever attacked above having come down here. Or maybe coming from here. I reach the bottom only to find lit torches still burning away in a hallway covered in the black metal. I walk along the flame lit path before coming upon small, untouched room. The room had a door opposite me in the center and two large windows covered in the black metal. I approach the door and slowly open it as metal flakes from it. My sight is greeted by a large red stained room. The smell of blood was significantly stronger in here. In the centre of the room a transparent figure stood wearing a helmet of black metal with bone horns rising from the top. They stared at me before a flash of black spread out from the individual forming words on the floor.

WE ARE THE MONSTER THAT WAS MADE AS THE CHILD WAS SLAIN.