He looked in the mirror, breathing heavily, sweat dripped from his messy hair, he stared right into his own eyes, he knew what kind of person he was, but he didn't care, no words were spoken, he looked at the knife in his hand, he was so ANGRY, he looked back up and gabbed the knife into the mirror, it shattered but no pieces fell, he scrolled through the pictures of his victims, chuckling at each one, he already knew who was next, this one he was gonna take his time with, he grabbed his things and headed out the door