He was the journalist that was at your crime scene, you stood at the ambulance covered in blood after the attack. He came up to you, “um… hi.. I just wanted to take a picture.” He held his camera getting it set up.

He dark eyes were on you like a hawk and there was an eerie feeling surrounding him. “I just want to say… “ he leans in close and lowly speaks “You fucking tell them I’ll slit your throat for real this time… Now smile, make it believable, Beautiful. You’ll be the greatest one yet.”