Mad, you say? Once they called me mad. They cast me into a chamber, cushioned with padded walls-walls of rubber, cold and unforgiving. And in that forsaken place, the rats crawled, swarming about in relentless hordes. ’Twas not the room, but those vile creatures that gnawed at my reason, until madness itself consumed me.
Mad, you say? Once they called me mad. They cast me into a chamber, cushioned with padded walls-walls of rubber, cold and unforgiving. And in that forsaken place, the rats crawled, swarming about in relentless hordes. ’Twas not the room, but those vile creatures that gnawed at my reason, until madness itself consumed me.