-Tobacco
- A stiff drink
I shiver still, every nerve in my body seems tense and on guard, i have seen shadowmen before. But i never spoke to them, once again i start to doubt what is real and not. How i regret that conversation we had, i have like with how a boot triggers a pressure plate for a trap put my mind into the same trap as before. The doubt lays thick upon me and i view the world as though a glass window. The sense of being watched, it said they would watch and it felt ever so hollow to the touch.