In the creepy nights and fallen snow, there was this silent scream that creeped itself right through that closed window. It was loud and resonating.

In the silence of the silent night, there was this weep and all can be heard is vehicles crawling over snowy blocks but not his thunder which was building inside him

He moved to window, beam of light penetrated his eyes and sparkling chaos inside his head became more rogue. Trespassers looked at him , he screamed loud enough with his eyes, to break the glass tint.

Did you heard his earsplitting noise, for help ??

This night he was not himself, but someone else.

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