so many rules, to this twisted sick game—stalking my prey, leaving them dead—fate worse than death, extreme fatal damage—dead
to the world, i will kill you—never kill those you know, never have a motive—never follow patterns, never keep your
weapon—never leave out traces, never save the victim—never hide the body, just flush them down a hole—armed to the teeth,
waiting for the chosen— ready to kill, you’re the one.
