The gloomy dark night it was when the traveller first set foot in this village. The locals found the person unusual, not because they had never seen foreigners yet a traveller, but because he was conversing fairly easily with the locals in their language.
From obsessing over spiraled items to finding new solitude in bodily spirals; the horror of revolving eyes, rolled-up tongue, longer but still smaller compared to the horror which was about to knock. The horror till now is not extramundane except for the paranormal obsession over the spiral, but this cannot be extrapolated to what is at the doorstep. The weird obsession of Shuichi’s father was the very cause of his death (the first knock); his spiraled corpse so immaculately rested inside a wooden container.
"I just want to be alright. It’s hard to be 'okay' when you've seen so much. I saw my city die; I saw my people perish; I saw myself break. I don't know if I'll ever be okay but I want that." - Sami, a 29-year-old who fled Aleppo for Damascus, then Beirut, Lebanon
•Whatever wrong a person can do, either genocide or something else, does not matter the intensity. The worse thee can get is capital punishment, aka K.O., aka death. Is not dying an incentive enough not to be a wrongdoer? Can a punishment more severe than death solve this issue or even exist?