One day Death by Poodle. And one to bind them.
Sunlight comes through the slightly open window.
The pale blue curtains flutter as a breeze blows gently from the west. The sound of water dripping, dripping, dripping seems to fill the room. The hands grip the walker as he makes his way across the floor, intent upon his goal. He is as good as bald, with only a few wild wisps of hair emanating from his skull. Watery blue eyes look out on the world from sunken sockets rimmed by purple and black.