Christen the Madman

"~Ii wouldn't care not even if you died, but i can smell your fear, and can't help but question why~"

*Supa`* a bloody knife was removed from the warm corpse on his lap as he sang

his voice was melodious, and it gave you the impression that it's soft toneage , rang in your mind rather than ear

*Whistled the melody*

*Supa` Supa`*

*Suupa``*

"Where am I? Who am I?"

*Whistle*