Doktor-Crooked

Harriet was bleeding. Again. Not that he was surprised, but it was a pain to keep cleaning up the claret painting her cell. Sometimes, if the Shadows made a mess of things, it would end up on his walls. To anyone who didn't know, they would have been able to find her cell, marked by the faded pink stains spotting the floor and walls. Of course, these such marks went unneeded, as there was only one person who visited her, even these visits were becoming less and less frequent. She was getting old, her face becoming a map of lines hidden behind a mane of candyfloss hair. She was still fast, though. Fast enough to break the wheely man, when she