I’m not a good man. Never cared to be one.
My existence is only darkness and death. The world thinks I shouldn’t be this way, but I am who I am.
Turning animals humans into art is all I’ve ever known. Sending keepsakes of my victims ignites a fire within me, knowing I’m hurting families fuels my passion to continue.
I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s hero until Lucy.
Being in the shadows of her life could never be enough. The pure love that pours from her is something I couldn’t have prepared myself for.
She’s mine and always will be, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
