He who feeds on dreams and despair

Another body fell, in the murky stream. The little dark eyes of a rat, lifeless staring at his own reflection, on the water mirror.
A deep sigh whispered by a man, close to the tiny carcass. He moved the left edge of his cherry-red mantle, behind his shoulder.
"How long will it take?" he hissed, gazing in front of him.
He then slowly proceeded through the unlit corridor, hearing squeaks and grumblings from the dwellers of that place.

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