There’s a reason Adelaide calls me a monster.
I lurk behind her eyes, unable to escape the prison of her mind as I wait to be free from the cage she’s subjected herself to. I do what nobody else can: I make everything better, but only for my own price.
Blood.
Yes, I love the feel of it on my skin, the taste of it in my mouth and I certainly enjoy the sounds Adelaide’s victims make in their last moments. Mmm, I can remember them all with such clarity.
I’m smarter, faster and more motivated than any one of these men standing in my way and soon, I will be free of medication, and Adelaide will embrace me with open arms.
So tell me, what are you afraid of?
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