If you don't run, he'll catch you, that monster, if he catches you, you're done for. The monster with the stone pickaxe, white glowing eye, a greedy smile plastered on his pale grey face, the fear that runs through you when you see that is like getting salt in an open wound. His height scares you as his shadow looms over you, the worst part? He's only seeking you, Lizzy.. You continue to run and he continues to devilishly sing your name, sending shivers down your spine while that monster, full of greed, hunts you through the night, you can hear the entertainment in his laugh, such a shrewd thing to experience. Run, Lizzy. Run, hide, whatever you can, as the old man who once tried to save him, run and don't look back!! - The old man. (Letter from the hospital.)