It's almost time. Every nerve in my body alights at the prospect of bloodshed. First, your friends need to go. They're shallow and self absorbed for you anyway. I'm doing you a favor really sweetheart. Once they're gone you're all mine. I can't wait to break you and mold you into a grand masterpiece. A molding of my own making. God, I've fantasized about it for months. As a scarlet sunset draws around the cabin I couldn't think of a more fitting backdrop for the bloodshed about to happen.