Intuition.

The death that becomes you, is yet a fog of desperation embedded in your mnemonic spirit, once discovered, you amplify every given situation that is uncertain of it's predicament. Utilizing a punctual memory of the sounds that you used to hear, is now transformed into a series of murders and potential homicides. You have no escape other than your own disembodiment from society. You need to isolate, you now need to commemorate the ideology of decay. Welcome to the last day of this lifetime. Pack a suitcase and all the money you could conjure up, and then burn it. Just drive this soul down the drain.