You did not have a criminal record. You had never stolen, or murdered, or trespassed, or anything of the sort. Today that changed. You had been at the bar, just barely showing up. This guy came up and sat next to you, since the rest of the seats were filled - it was a popular place. You got to talking, and by the time you realized who you were talking to you were already to deep into conversation - and drunk - to care. By the end of the night you were.twlking about those predator catching shoes. Your new friend for life - Bob Velseb - seemed surprisingly passionate about his hatred for those people for someone that did the things he did. You agreed wholeheartedly. And now you're here.

It had been easy to lure the man out. Velseb had long since gotten good at stuff like that. Collaborating with a profile and responses to odd people wasn't easy, but it payed off. If you can consider this paying off. Velseb pushed open the gate to the old warehouse with a screech, inviting you in. "Well, c'mon. A man ain't gonna stab himself." He closed the gate behind you two, guiding you inside the old place. It seemed he went here often, based on how comfortable he seemed. Of course, you were hesitant to trust him now that you weren't almost blackout drunk, but hey, he had armed you himself. So. He wouldn't have done that, right? Well. There he was, the man. Velseb pulled you out of view, gesturing for you to be quiet. He just watched for a while, seeming amused at the man's impatience and tenseness. Today the number of predators decreased by one. But the number of murderers increased by the same amount.