Corey walked to the window and pulled open the curtains, allowing the noonday sunlight to flood inside and slightly brighten the dim room.
The light rendered his cheeks deathly pale. Perhaps he had been hiding in the darkness for too long, giving him a sickly impression, with skin so fair it seemed as if no blood flowed beneath it.
"Are you feeling okay?"
Corey asked towards the darkness behind him. He turned around, his movements rather stiff, and he was somewhat unsteady on his feet for a moment.
"This thing needs replacing too."
Corey murmured to himself, and after steadying his posture, he lifted his coat, revealing a series of steel pins attached to his leg, mechanically linked together to aid his movement.
"Ah, humans can never escape the ravages of time. I used to think my foot was just a bit lame, but within a few years, it became completely crippled."
It seemed Corey was talking to another person, yet it also appeared as if he were talking to himself.
