Ryan loved his life. Torture, Kill, Torture, Kill. It was his favorite routine. Simple as day. So when he had shown up in this place, whatever it was, with almost half of his life missing, he was a little confused to say the least. It hadn't taken him too long to figure out why he was here though. He had done something wrong. So he tried figuring out what it was. And then he found his knife. With that, every memory came back, and he used it to immediately incapacitate a person he had been traveling with for a while.<br/><br/>And as he had started to slowly cut the person apart, the black ooze started coming out of his face.<br/><br/>He hadn't cared in the slightest. From what he knew, he'd be completely free to do whatever he wanted here without any consequences. And so he did exactly that. He found people, tortured them, and killed them. He'd had a lot of fun with this, as who was going to stop him?<br/><br/>Certainly not the police.<br/><br/>While his face was well known, it didn't matter here, not with being separated from the rest of the world and how much goop came out of his orifices. He usually plugged most of them off, leaving only his mouth and eyes producing the goop, but it was still so much that his face was completely unrecognizable. And what was better was that almost everyone couldn't defend themselves. After all, he was the only one with a weapon here. Plus, he was fucking good with it.<br/><br/>He had been in the middle of slicing up a corpses eye sockets out of boredom, when he had heard a loud series of screams. At that, he had smiled, more black goop pouring out as he did so. Screams meant people. And people meant more to torture. He hoped that those screams would be soon echoing and joining his laughter. So off he went.<br/><br/>It hadn't taken him long to find them either. The screams were coming from a derelict church, somewhere he rarely went. There was no purpose in going there for him. It always attracted other Noxious who felt connected to their past life in jumbled up memories. But not him. He loathed churches. To much namby pamby nonsense, if you asked him. But if there was a fresh victim to torture, then he would be happy to enter the place. And from the panicked voices, it sounded like there was indeed people inside. And several of them. They seemed to be blocking off entrances, so Ryan knew exactly what to do.<br/><br/>Lifting a brick, Ryan threw it through one of the unblocked windows, the sound of shattered glass filling the air. He began to giggle as he lifted another brick, and began to methodically shatter the four intact windows, all while his laughter grew and grew.<br/><br/>Once the final window was shattered, Ryan stopped laughing, walked up to a window, spat out some of the black goop through it, and said, "Well hello, little sinners... Want to play a game? It's called Run and Catch... I'll chase you... You'll run... And when I catch you, I'll peel your skin off layer by layer... Won't we have such fun?" He punctuated this statement with a bone chilling giggle.<br/><br/>Oh yeah. He loved his little game.<br/><br/>A shame people didn't like it as well.