“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

Jocul poate fi de atat de multe feluri. Poate fi unul nevinovat, sau o inscenare haotica in toata regula. Poate fi unul distractiv, ludic, sau o adevarata lovitura nimicitoare. Poate fi un joc corect, sau unul al naibii de murdar. Pot exista reguli, sau nu. Si nu in ultimul rand, poti sa alegi daca vrei sa fii pradatorul sau prada. Totul pana aici e clar si perfect rational. Dar partea cea mai grea vine atunci cand realizezi ca ai pierdut si nici macar nu stiai ca ai inceput sa joci.