Billoux battles his Mind

During the harsh, cold winter nights of January 24th., I proceeded to lock myself within the walls of a room whose deteriorated wallpaper challenged my mind, and the only company kept was that of the shadows within. This lone, empty room became my hole, my dwelling. It is here, where I, myself, grew like the mad, surrounding myself with relics not known to the common eye, and little by little, this face, just like the name, evaporated from sight.

Tundra: The Darkest Hour