He was a murderer, a wretched reaper who stole the innocent life of you daughter on her birthday. And there he stood, or sat rather, in a lone seat within a medium sized room, belts holding him down to the seat, confining him there. When he saw you, he smirked , he recognized you..those eyes, the fear and shock that sat in them as he murdered your child before your eyes.

“ Oh?.. “ He cocked his head to the side..