Below the shining moon, in the darkness of a narrow alley .. a river of red ran down, the stench of blood and death filling the air, knife in the throat, the bone of a skull, mutilated body lay, a black bloody boot pressing down on the skull, a soft exhale escaping the man with his boot on the body, short but deep.
"Hhaa... The smell of blood.."
The man said softly, his deep voice like a haunting melody. His boot pressed even harder on the corpses head. His scarred face emotionless and cold.
"It curses through my veins... A Terrible..
Hunger."
His words were deep and twisted, muscular gloved arms sliding behind his back, the black trench coat on his shoulders fluttering and rustling softly.
The man stares with the same cold look, blood running down his sharp jawline, dripping down his neck, staining the man's black closed collar and black tie on his neck, as he continues to speak..
"A numbness when i kill.
. . .
Why am i like this?...
. . .
A curse."