Through the dark of the night, a man wanders aimlessly, hearing the whispers of a madman sitting in the back of him. Entrailing him unto his demise, the man aimlessly follows the whispers, encroaching evermore onto his death. One comes from behind, and yet another after that. One by one, two by two, three by three, they line up in order. Oldest to youngest, youngest to oldest, the order doesn't make much difference, they are all lambs for the slaughter. One enters, no screams. Two enters, still...