Torchwood

It's claimed lives.

And even saved a few.

It has many branches.

And the heart of it lies in Cardiff.

Like a monster it consumes your time.

Like an invasion it takes over your life.

Aliens.

Monsters.

Even a human or two.

Teamwork.

Owen, Gwen, Tosh, Ianto.

Jack.

He's trapped forever.

Never aging, never changing.

Haunted by his past.

It seems that's what Torchwood does.

It haunts you.

Consumes every fiber of your being.

Until,

Nothing but a shell is left.