A wolf mask. You feel as if it perfectly reflected your desires. You were the predator, striking fear into your prey as they tried to ward off their deaths, even for just a few seconds. Pathetic. Those Russian scum were all hat and no cattle.
You thought about that man you killed. What was his name again? Whatever, not like it mattered. More importantly...managed to call the police. You figured that laying low for a bit might be the smartest choice. Then again....those phone calls don't seem to care about your schedule.
You have some time to kill. You decided to go to...
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