I heard crying. Other room. Quiet. Broken.
It was Robtergeist. Curled up like a corpse that forgot how to die.
Then came the laughter—sharp, cracked, wrong. That’s when Insane crawled out of the wreckage.
It’s not a song. It’s a scream. Built in the ruins. Fueled by rage. A middle finger to heaven. A blueprint drawn in blood.
You want healing?
Go somewhere else.
This one's for the ones still burning.
– Cait Vex