13....

Long story short I've been talking - not communicating- talking to dead people for as long as I can remember.

People getting thrown into walls, blood out of elevators, maitre royale, demons appearing out of hellfire in the middle of studio apartments, friends getting their necks snapped in front of my eyes, the necronomicon, you name it.

And I just realised there is somebody here in the studio who is very angry at something.

Her name is Ulsa.

LEST WE FORGET! DEMENTED!