Brain Fog
Her thoughts were like a jumbled mess of string, impossible to untangle or make sense of.
Havoc Daemon
Spawned from nightmare fuel, bound by nothing.
River Styx
The River Styx, as dark and silent as the night, flowed through the underworld, its waters choked with the souls of the dead.
Salarymen
Everyone in this world who works like a dog — one person has to be a dog, another person has to be a salaryman. Which do you think you are? ~ Ryu Murakami’s “In the M