"But his face—his face was like an abandoned house, its windows gaping dark, the lonely emptiness of it a thing to turn away from, to flee—for ghosts must live there, or demons, or broken stairways that could crack at any moment beneath one's feet, sending one falling, falling into the abyss of what was once someone's well-loved cellar, now home to a scattering of vermin and lost and forgotten things."

From my visual novel, Tell a Demon.
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