An old tinted minivan quickly pulled into the underground parking garage. No one paid any attention to this. Not the sleepy security guards at the shopping center, long accustomed to catching only petty thieves and drunken hooligans from time...

desolate desire speaks for itselflonely little feeling lingeringinside I plead with the painlet me beit hurts to the coresilence interrupted sadly causes my soul to waneif it weren't true you'd say somethingwithin the mortal storm feel so muchbut understand...