Run Little Rabbit.

It's dark.

Very dark down here.

Like I can stick out my tongue and taste the void.

His voice.


Sends waves through the darkness.

Makes my head hurt.

I open my eyes.

And everything's covered in a thick, dripping blanket of red.

I'm left frightened.

A snow white rabbit spattered with blood.

Why did I do this?

How did I do this?

I should enjoy this.

I did this.

But I didn't mean to.

And that's what's scaring me...

I want to go home...


  1. I swear, once I'm recovered fully, I won't rest until you are safe and monument is dead.

  2. Anarchitect, I'm fucking worried about you.

  3. Please email me. My offer still stands, but even if you don't want to take it up ...

    Just let me know if there's anything I can do. I'm scared for you.