I 'm walking through a jungle, which is a little odd.

That 's a weird way to start this. But to be fair, this whole fucking thing is weird. It 's been weird for a damn long while, to be honest.

I 'm sweating my ass off, bangs plastered to my forehead and shirt clinging to my back, but it 's not like I have much of a choice. It 's times like this I genuinely consider just shaving all my damn hair off ' fuck any repercussions or flashbacks it brings.

I slap my hand onto my neck as another fucking mosquito tries it 's luck, squashing the fucker before it gets a chance. It 's the fourth one in half the minutes, so I say fuck it and swing my cape back over my piled up hair to cover the sweat slick skin, despite the fact it 'll be too hot to handle in a few minutes and I 'll have to remove it again.