Slowly, As Milo entered the gloomy little world of death he felt as if he was being lifted. the weight took of his shoulders. He felt at home, he felt safe with death near… for once he felt at home. His baby blue eyes shone, he felt pained; he liked it. He never wanted to leave the rush of adrenaline he got from entering this wonderful wicked world of death. City of death…

Dearly loved death