London, December 15, 1962. Rain fell lightly on the pavement. A man in a black long coat walked along the road and was clearly not in a good mood. Ronnie had forgotten his umbrella and was soaking wet. His cigarette was extinguished in his mouth by the rain. The business deal he and Reggie had been making today had gone terribly wrong. His schizophrenia had been making itself felt lately as he had stopped taking his pills. Loneliness was eating him alive. He was feared more than anyone else. His cold blue eyes tore everyone apart and his manner of speech made everyone tremble from the cold murderous tone. That's why he was lonely... he didn't know how to love and appreciate what he had. He didn't know and won't know how to be desired and loved.