Need Very good writer who can potray dark sides.

Sam knew there was blood even before he opens the door. He could smell it in the air, taste it even; and this wasn’t simply because he had grown quite apt at noticing such things either. No. It was the share volume of it that made its presence so very obvious. Sam couldn’t help the shiver that ghosted through his body as his hand unwittingly went for the handle of the door and opens it. His hands drop to his side as the content of the room slowly reveals itself as the door keeps opening ever so slowly, his mouth working words his voice doesn’t utter. His eyes seem to be dancing around the room, touching everything, yet taking nothing in. The takes a step forward but trips over his own feet, falling farther into the room. His hands automatically move to break his fall, colliding with the ground.

A current student of philosophy with experience in the music industry. I think I would be perfect for the job. Thanks in advance, -Mika