he heard the small patters of feet as he was practicing his writing, looking out the boarded windows as he felt a rush of excitement. Finally, someone new to chase...

he got up and left with his scythe as he tried to figure out where the small footsteps were coming from, "where are you, little b*tch?" he muttered, before he heard a huge crash coming by one of the dumpsters along with some boxes tumbling from behind it. Found you...

he slowly made his way over as he tightened his grip on his scythe before stopping over a pile of box and trash bags. A sadistic chuckle left him as he felt a rush of excitement, before kicking the box while yelling, "I FOUND YOU, YOU LITTLE SH-" before immediately freezing and staring in shock. You were... a kid? Since when did they start sending kids?