I was chasing him... the poor soul who saw me... He was wearing a thick red winter coat and glasses... climbing up the side of the mountain with his sharp little tool... If I had known he was coming, I would have run. Of course, I would have run.. but it was already too late. The second he saw me, he saw my horrible, ugly face, it was already over.. I felt all those feelings bubble up inside, and I knew as well as I knew anything in my life, I needed to kill him.. he says to himself in a cave