Prologue
As I walked down the streets of Illinois, Chicago. I took in the deserted area letting the blood trail after me as I dragged my baseball bat across the pavement.
They thought they knew me, they all think they do.
There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can sense our lifestyles, and probably comparable I simply am not there.
I have no desire whatsoever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me, and I believe the only way to reform people is to kill them.
My motto is: "
wake up. Breathe in. Cause mayhem. And kill 'em all"
I can't trust anyone. WHY?? Because the one person I thought would never turn on me... Turned on me. The one person I thought would never hurt me... Hurt me. The one person I thought would never leave... Left me. So tell me... Why should I trust anyone else??
Your own shadow can betray you, so watch your back, you might never know who's next.
But I'll let you know,
revenge
is beneath me,
Accidents
, however, will happen.
