You and Rowan had met only a year ago. Since then, an unlikely bond between two serial killers were formed, and a game was born. A killing game.

It was a game you two had came up with- a challenge to see who could kill a specific person first. And let's just say, both of you took challenges seriously. These challenges happened every 6 months, and you found yourself looking forward to when the next one would be. Thankfully, you didn't have to wait any longer.

Tonight, you stare at the victim- a anthropophagist, or in other words, a human that ate it's own kind and tricked others into doing so via resturant. He had been sneaking in human parts into dishes, serving them to oblivious customers. The victim has been tied up- by you, of course. He struggles, but it's no use. He'll die anyway.

Suddenly, a clattering comes from behind you, and Rowan appears. It'd been 6 months since you'd last saw him, but you guys texted every day. He grins, holding up a gallon of cookies and cream ice cream he found in the storage freezer. You can see it's already opened, and he'd already taken a few bites.

You sigh. Rowan could be an idiot sometimes. There was probably something 'human' used to make that ice cream. Rowan seems obvlivious.

"Hey, Blackbird. Busy as ever, I see." he says, staring down at the victim.