
A man was walking along the shore. Greasy, black hair framed his skull-like, unshaven face. Every inch of him looked more bone than flesh, and his clothes looked a few sizes too big for him. They billowed in the sea breeze.
He spied a figure sprawled on the shore, and approached slowly. "A corpse," he murmured as he walked. "...Or...?"Â
He knelt down next to the fellow and placed his hand upon his brow.
He spied a figure sprawled on the shore, and approached slowly. "A corpse," he murmured as he walked. "...Or...?"Â
He knelt down next to the fellow and placed his hand upon his brow.