Seven demonized humans turned vile creations from wounds inflicted by diseased, unreasoned, and inexplicable time struck an inert man repeatedly with their fists in the corner of the nineteenth floor of a glistening high-rise. In unbreakable specificity, these Henchmen of Rotted Time targeted the man’s face, hitting nothing else. These blows were wild with the cannibalism of violence: a chaotic hostility harnessed by and unto a chaotic hostility—a feeding of one fiend’s pandemoniac energy by another’s…