You’re a poor soul who fell victim to a stalking killer. Or, rather, who will. I’ve been watching from afar, a heartless cold creature in the body of a pretty man. This creature doesn’t have teeth, nor a gun, but a typical knife. The same knife. Your chemistry mixed with the blood of the past.

I feel I’m ready. Ready to end you. But you’re not. And right now, you’re atop a roof alone. Watching the shooting stars.

I’m watching undetected in the shadows of the ground. I’m watching.