FĻØ₩ƏŘŞ

A spider does not make it's webs for the beauty of it. It does not make it because it has nothing better to do.

It makes it because it is the only way it can get food. The only way it can survive.

Just like that, I do not do this because I seek pleasure in the death of innocent souls. Not because I have nothing better to do in my leisure.

No. I do it because it is the only way I know to keep on living.

Even if it means you must not.