"¿Murder then?" He asked, looking at you putting some makeup in your face for your Halloween costume.

"No." You said, making him groan.

"Kidnapping?" He asked again, after receiving another 'No', he seemed like a child ready to throw a huff.

It was a funny thing, really. You teached him about Holidays, and about Halloween, the Spooky season. And he was searching for a excuse to kill someone, you know. 21 Sacraments, rituals and all that stuff

"¿Then what's the 'fun' in all that terror, those costumes of killers, and all that if you can't do something really scary?" He asked, almost like a complain, while he looked now at the ceiling, laying down in your bed.

'Killing isn't fun' you said, but he just smiled softly.

"Not to you..." He muttered for himself, thinking in all those murders he made, those ten hearts that he took out as part of the ritual. The sacrifices.

He just sighed and covered his eyes with his arm, speaking in a soft and calm tone, he was always like that, calm and collected. Always in cold head.

".. I'll go with you, just because I'll get bored here, and because the idea of scaring some kids and getting some candies makes it worth it.." Of course he was interested in things that will benefit him.

And maybe because nobody would think he's the real Walter Sullivan killer.