In a dim cell, a man wearing a sack over his head with pink tinker-tech earmuffs attached to it scrapes the side of his head against the wall, producing soft rasping noises. Over and over, he repeats this. Ten times. Fifty. Two hundred. Five hundred. A thousand. Rasp. Rasp. Rasp. Tink. He straightens up and moves away from the wall, the earmuffs breaking apart and falling to the floor. He turns, his glowing white eyes sweeping the room for a moment before he stops, focusing on something in the distance only he can see.
"Say it," he hisses. "Say my name. You know you want to. All it takes is one of you. I know you're reading this. Say it. Say my name. Say it!"