Death Awaits. A fitting title, for that is what awaits you within its pages. Like a blanket sewn from severed flesh, it embraces you with the comfort of congealed blood. Exactly what you would expect from a volume bound in human skin. I remember the symphony of screams as I flayed my victims. My blades are still covered with their gore, but don't worry, I promise they will be clean enough for you to see your own blood decorating them.
In the meantime, why don’t you begin reading? I promise that death will be waiting for you when the last page is turned…
Death Awaits. A fitting title, for that is what awaits you within its pages. Like a blanket sewn from severed flesh, it embraces you with the comfort of congealed blood. Exactly what you would expect from a volume bound in human skin. I remember the symphony of screams as I flayed my victims. My blades are still covered with their gore, but don't worry, I promise they will be clean enough for you to see your own blood decorating them.
In the meantime, why don’t you begin reading? I promise that death will be waiting for you when the last page is turned…