Instances of a Regularity
At that point, I saw the guy. I was quite certain that it was the dude, at any rate. His back was to the camera as he dangled from the ceiling, so I didn’t get a good look at his face.
Once again, I began to feel nauseous.
I kept scrolling through the photo album, but it was always the same. There are a few seemingly typical photos of a girl and a boy, and then they both die horribly.