“Horrid! So horrid, isn’t it?” his smile didn’t seem to portray the right emotions that went with that sentence “I can hear dark things creaking everywhere. Creepy crawlies and deep horrible thoughts. I was just going to burn, this is quite a nice improvement” he took up his instrument again, and played a few happy, but haunting bars “The law is for the sheep and foolish. That file into churches, but at the end of the day, they all come to my theater. Everyone wants chaos, they’re just too afraid of it”