The Faceless Boy

I thought he was just a passing nightmare I didn't have to remember. But the boy--that faceless boy--was a living evil I couldn't comprehend. He came for me and played his sick game, knowing that I'd be playing the whole time against my better will. He hoped I'd win--that sick child--and I did. Why couldn't have I known that in catching him that I'd be given despair worse than any death?