He must slay you, you have killed too many people. You lure men and women, mostly men, into your... Lair? Store? Home? And then turn them to stone.

He must admit though, the way you posed them was extraordinary, it was actually kind of beautiful, in a morbid way, knowing that these marble statues used to be living, breathing people.

So far, he'd avoided you, using the camera on his phone to look around corners, one hand on his gun at his hip.

That's when he heard it- the hissing of snakes, your hair. God, how he hated snakes. He knew you were close, he could hear it. He closed his eyes, pulling on a pair of sunglasses. Now he just had to find you by listening and hope he didn't miss.