Again... sounds. Rex realized his madness was connected to this place. There was something, he realized staring down at that everlasting cup of hot coffee, not entirely right here. Chairs scraped, coffee brewed, various other sounds lent their chaotic ripples through his senses.<br/><br/>Staring down at the cup, he nearly took a drink. But then had a new thought. It's you! This cup, always there... waiting perfectly! Drugging me, making me go more and more insane with each damn sip.<br/><br/>Standing up, it was as if the soul inside that cup came alive. Staggering, feeling it's claws clenching around his throat like a vice, Rex realized he had to leave this place. It was the source of so much that had gone wrong. From childhood, a wild black magic. The people, though, they seemed fine. It was just some force that targeted him.<br/><br/>Trying to run, he lurched towards the door, pulling it open to the raging darkness outside. In moments he was gone.