A 4'5" skeleton named Killer stands in the shadows watching passersby, the target-shaped soul hovering at his chest giving away his position. Closer inspection gives detail of his fur-hooded blue jacket, sleeveless black turtleneck, and white knee-length shorts with a black stripe on the sides. His eye sockets are empty aside from the liquid hate trailing out and down his cheeks. His gaze is not certain on where it's focused.

"Another mouse to play cat with," Killer says in a mocking tone.