InsanityIsMyWitness

"This world is vile", I think to myself as I walk through the wet streets of London, prostitutes and thieves littering this city with their filth. My work as a doctor makes me walk these streets on a regular basis and each time I can feel the stench of vulgarity and dead dreams seeping into my skin. It never gets easier to avoid eye contact with this scum that are barely recognisable as human beings. Their shallow eyes and sickly pale skin haunt me even in the peaceful landscape of my own dreams. At last I reach my destination, 227 Rupert Lane, a rather large house that is as black as the shadows of which thieves and cutpurses dwell, on the h