[The good news is that Tim didn't die, again. This is the good news. He didn't combust. He wasn't shot or stabbed or set on fire. He lived through the magically induced turf war. He wavered between two extremes, where he both was and was not himself.]
[Eventually, he settled on choosing to be himself. The issue only really became an issue when he remembered too late.]
[Timothy Wright has not taken his medication for over a week.]
[You'll mostly hear the sound at night - the snap of twigs cracking, and the shuffling of arrhythmic footsteps, like one leg is being dragged behind the rest. You might catch a glimpse of a pale mask of a face leering out from the dark of the undergrowth, carved from wood so pale that it may as well be white.]
[If you're especially unlucky, you'll only see it as its owner comes racing toward you.]
[The thing haunting the jungles of Ensō is not Timothy Wright.]
..."tim" | ota
[The good news is that Tim didn't die, again. This is the good news. He didn't combust. He wasn't shot or stabbed or set on fire. He lived through the magically induced turf war. He wavered between two extremes, where he both was and was not himself.]
[Eventually, he settled on choosing to be himself. The issue only really became an issue when he remembered too late.]
[Timothy Wright has not taken his medication for over a week.]
[You'll mostly hear the sound at night - the snap of twigs cracking, and the shuffling of arrhythmic footsteps, like one leg is being dragged behind the rest. You might catch a glimpse of a pale mask of a face leering out from the dark of the undergrowth, carved from wood so pale that it may as well be white.]
[If you're especially unlucky, you'll only see it as its owner comes racing toward you.]
[The thing haunting the jungles of Ensō is not Timothy Wright.]
[It's only wearing his body for a little while.]