The scene starts off in darkly shadows and fades in to gray; a mystery man with his back to the camera. His silhouette just stands there with a stiff posture and his hands cradle an object that shimmers against the dim lights. The camera pans and turns to face him and slowly creeps up his body, all the way up to just show off his steely blue eyes. They are filled with lust and rage; a deadly combo that one would not want to make contact with. A slow grin creeps along his face; yet it is not pleasant. He wields a knife in his hands and slowly rotates the tip of the blade on his thumb; a small trickle of blood running down the length of it.763Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNK4jVrUS2
In front of him, is a wall filled with pictures...pictures of a young woman in her teens. She was beautiful; a vision really. Ever since he saw her, he just knew that he wanted her; desired her. Maybe not in a way that most people would think; though maybe, it was. There was something about her that made her different from other girls her age. She was...special...somehow. He needed to know what it was.
As the mystery man looked at her photos, he rested the flat of the blade against his palm and let out a low and grumbled chuckle.
"Oh, the plans that I have in store for you."
He lets out that low haunting chuckle once more as the scene fades back to black; and that laughter seems to echo for eternity.
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