Strangulation had dreamt about the past again.
Those past moments, tinted with cold hues mingled with shadows, tainted blood, vomit, and shattered limbs.
He dreamt of strangling that man once more, of roaring with a face covered in blood in the boxing ring, of using jujitsu to dismember the foolish madman who dared to provoke him.
He also dreamt of the handmade luxury cake he desired but never had that day.
It was his birthday, and also the anniversary of his mother's death.
Before that day, Strangulation had never tasted birthday cake. It was his first time, spurred by curiosity after encountering the culture of the Upper City District… trying to emulate the people there, buying himself a birthday cake to celebrate.
