29 October 2012
I stood in the entrance, unable to move, bolted to the spot. At the top of the steps lay something I couldn't make out, but running down the marble was a Scarlett river. I was unable to identify the substance, it was and thick like glue, yet at the same time, liquid like and fast flowing. When I reached the peak of the staircase, I saw that the substance was blood, it was coming from the security guard, an he was most certainly dead
The Scarlett River • Opuss № I