I did hear the shaking in Mr. Wolf's voice. It was beautiful. It sounded like music to my ears. It's like a baby's cry. Pathetic. I know he'll run, and I will chase him. It's no fun if I kill him too quickly. Let him run. Let him live... for now. 

I've been obsessed with games. With the thrill of a chase. I've always played games. Even as a child I was obsessed with the hunter and the hunted. I would chase down insects and bring them home. Then, crush them. This world was made for predators. I would shoot deer with my first shotgun without bringing them in. The strong has always ruled the week. 

You would think a wolf is strong, but I have not seen a weaker animal, but he's not built for the truth of this world. I bite down on my sandwich. This world is dark full of shadows that suck up the light like drugs. Everyone has got a dark secret. Lucky for the world I'm there to put the dark in their graves.

I know it's surprising but every person I kill is hooked on guns and blackmail. I'm the detergent that destroys the bugs and the stains. My work is permanent. My work has always been an art masterpiece, and this one will be the best.