As the world disappeared around him, Corin threw his arms out, expecting it to be a blackout on his part and was ready to catch his buzzing body. "Whoaaa... Shit, bro...," Corin laughed brokenly, coughs sputtering in between his idiotic chuckles. As the world relit itself, Corin's brain shook itself free from the cloud of drugs, and a single thing lit up his mind like a neon sign in his mind's darkness; Innocents were here. And<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>needed to catch them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What are "Innocents"?<br/>Why am I catching them?<br/>Wait... Ahahaha, what?</span><br/><br/>Corin's head rolled on his shoulders as his thoughts boiled down to their usual idiotic simmer. Pulling a quick drag on his joint, he decided to hitch a ride in that ridiculously crowded car--hey, it's faster than walking--and did a quick-run to it. "Mind if I join?" he crowed as he pulled open the back door and piled inside without waiting for an answer. As his mind tried to understand the<span style="font-style: italic">obviously complex</span>task of containing these "Innocents", Corin mused another song out loud, "One of these things just doesn't belong..."