Topic: reid

There was once a time when it was only a dark room. Nothing. Until that shroud had been pierced by a light. As if desperate to tell me to get out. Whispers of the old age to tell me to help him. Ah... So that's who you mean. Reid would pick himself desperately into a dirty moldy sink as he looked at the broken glass. He would inspect what he could in the mirror. Scars of time would show. Preserved with his power. His skin crawled with visitors. He would look up at a light that didn't work ...