Death in a city. That about sums it up. You know that questionable guy that watches you from the shadows? The guy that traces your steps all the way home? The guy that when you wake up at night you see him watching through the window? That was me. And I had a reason. Lust. Lust to kill. Ro have revenge on the world for what they took from me. I wanted blood. but then, I got it. I liked it. So I joined a gang. Killed for fun. Went to prison. Paid bail after serving some time. And now, I know it wasn't the blood that I wanted, what I wanted was to be noticed. And I was. But now, I ask you, to any of you that I hurt, I'm sorry. Please, please forgive me. It's all I can ask. God sure won't.