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so here it goes. another day spent in a filthy hostel, trying to get away from the people that should be by my side.

two days ago, one of those sick perverted bastards was out of the game and i knew my job in england was already over.

the same night, i left a note in my house, knowing that the police or whoever was after me was going to be there soon. i knew they were going to find evidence; i never even tried to cover myself.

no, i am not a psycho who's getting pleasure out of murdering people. i'm trying to protect the world. i knew i couldn't kill all of them, they were too many and i was one, but i would at least get as many of them out of the way.

so i left england and i was now roaming the roads of rome with my phone as my navigator. i tried to be as discreet as i could; i wouldn't want to draw unnecessary attention on me. there were already many italian channels that were showing my picture and the word 'wanted' plastered in big fat letters under it.

i shook my head at the thought. people were so naïve. trying to catch the vigilante instead of the bad guys.

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