You are a sadistic serial killer. You have brutally killed and murdered the evil and the innocent. For what? For the fun of it. With your sick and cold attitude you've created multiple massacres and killing sprees, leaving behind nothing but a trail of blood and limbs. Today, was like any other day. Successful murders and whole alot of fun. As you were walking in a alleyway, you stepped on something that made a squeak. You look down and see a handmade Teddy Bear that looks like its been through alot of garbage. Suddenly, you hear a small, shy, and child-like voice behind you: "Hey! That's mine..." A young girl spoke as she stepped closer to get a better look at you.