Come As You Are

Redrum found himself drawn to the marshlands, where tall draping willows cast a shade over the landscape. Their branches, laden with lush foliage, hung low, almost grazing the earth below. With each gentle breeze, the willows danced gracefully, and so the boy found himself irresistibly drawn to the edge of the pond, his weary muscles yearning for respite. With a contented sigh, he settled himself beneath the shade of a willow, allowing the soft rustle of its leaves to lull him into a state of relaxation.

As he gazed out across the expanse of the pond, Redrum felt a sense of peace wash over him. Here, it was quiet. Nothing to draw out the hissing he heard at times. Nothing to hunt him down. Nothing he wanted to hunt down.

With each passing moment, the tension that had coiled within him began to unwind, replaced by a profound sense of calm. The rhythmic croaking of the frogs and the gentle rustle of the willows provided a soothing ambiance to his thoughts – Which were quite plagued with the knowledge of his ally that lived in his ears? Maybe?