Seeing him kill is indescribable, the way he stalks his prey is simply... artistic, he truly is an artist. I've admired him from afar for years now. The warmth I feel just looking at the bloody masterpieces he leaves behind. I always take something, the police thinks he takes trophies, but only me and him know the truth. His victims mean nothing to him. It's not the kind of life he takes but the act of taking a life that he enjoys feeling. Maybe it's the only thing that he can feel. Picking the murder weapon at random he was deadly no matter what, knowing exactly what was going to happen before the beautiful acts took place. But of course he did, always taking months to watch. You could say I'm jealous. I've always wanted to feel it for myself, but one day I will and my first victim will be him.
