towerofanimus | That shouldn't belong there; Dirge of Desecration [OPEN]

Characters: Allen Walker (kind of...) and you
Setting: The 13th floor, the Cathedral
When: Dated forwards to the 16th, one day after the event starts
Format: Starting with prose, then whatever you choose!
Summary: After his mysterious absence, Allen returns...not quite all there. Can you even be called yourself if you're not you at all? A stranger with a familiar face plays a moody song over and over again after a day of "duties" in Group C.
Warnings: Elements of body horror, descriptions of mutilation, there will be blood

Floor 13, The Cathedral

At the end of the tunnel was a glass tube. It spun exactly three times before chiming and resounding the world with its beautiful song. It was enchanting. Through processed feeling and unadulterated determination, it was time to recapture that one sound he recalled.

It was expanded into a song, naturally, as any pianist was wont to do. Nothing could really help him but to keep playing it. It was very good, after all.

The atmosphere of the Cathedral seemed better than usual. With its new song, regular sound became viable again and the stiffness of the air seemed almost like it was just someone's imagination. The song, nameless, played. Over and over again. It could have been anywhere from one hour to twelve, it was hard to say. Those same notes were all in his mind, addled away by mysterious forces as it was.

From the entrance of the building, he looked rather normal. White hair was all in place, if a bit mottled and almost misshapen, but one could just play that off as just him having a bad hair day. Given the frequency of monsters, that tended to happen to some people.

But even with this better-than-average melody playing, little emotion could be felt. And then there's the player...

There was nothing to be happy about. A hole in the shape of a star seemed to have gouged through Walker's chest as neatly as a printing press and as deadly as a cannon. Even closer, the "hair" that seemed to be its usual snow white was actually his skin, which was now so pale it was hard to tell where his hair ended and the flesh began.

Inwardly, he wants to scream, but the music was just too beautiful.