Sidil - Maniac Child of DoomInnumerable glass cells lined the walls, each with exactly three one-inch diameter holes that stood in a perfectly vertical line by the rectangular door with a rectangular latch – all made of glass. She'd counted them time and time before, those three holes; just like the sixty-nine doors that she passed to get from the cafeteria to her own cell, the two-hundred and seven air holes through which the muffled screams, cries and ravings of her fellow inmates could be heard The four-hundred and thirty strides to bring her directly to the edge of her own personal hell. In the midst of it all, though, he was always there waiting for her. Blazing