Chapter 94: Elite – Hank the Madman & Shike the Soul-Eater

Dreams are the crystallization of memory. Dreams are the distant gaze toward the future. A dream of pitch-black. Memories steeped in pitch-black. A future painted pitch-black. I walked along the deserted North Street. I followed behind, while the child in black walked ahead. We walked on in silence, step after step, until we reached the great clock tower. Crashed vehicles. The corpses of my parents. Both he and I stopped, staring at the sight. Perhaps only seconds…