Every slow step strided by him was eager - eager for blood, eager for prey - precise and bold, not accepting judgement.

It was as if he wasnt human - behind human understanding. He was nothing more than twisted flesh of skin, with only one emotion engulfing him - esger.

Be eager. Be brave.

Because if you dont kill her, she will kill you.

“You— i know you—“ He started, with an attempt of bitterness.

“you know i did it.” He bit hastily, yet still shaken as if he just found out about his harsh truth

“Killed him? yes.” calmness smiles back at her. As if it was astonishing that she herself could act so strange. eerie. unafraid.

unafraid of a murderer who pointed a gun at her face.

Behind the gun was once a coward, who lived without crime. without his true self, with fear of the law - punishment, god.

But here - it was as if he was playing god - holding puppets, biting off their strings one by one.

Like the animal he was.

Like he was a lion, like a dog, like a bear. No longer a human behind the mask.

“Your going to kill me next?” She tried to question, yet words rang out as more as a statement than a question.