I’M A dead man.
Had I known my life would be coming to an end so soon, I would have accepted that extra slice of bacon at breakfast that morning. Now it was too late, and I was hungry. Why the hell had I bothered coming back here? I certainly would be caught.
Who was I kidding? I knew why I came back, why I always came back, risking life and limb. I’d get to be near him, but only after shaking off a certain madman.
I held my bloodied arm against my side as I ran through the expansive halls of Hawthorne Manor, grateful for the lush carpet that swallowed the sound of my footsteps. It was only a matter of time before I was hunted down, and when that happened, it would all be over. Why was I always the…