Well, murder must win. It should, right? You just do something as simple as slipping your fingers right round someone’s throat like snakes and squeeze. Squeeze like your life depends on it, because theirs certainly does not. At the end of it, you even get your own trophy; a unique model of lifeless meat all to yourself.

But it doesn’t...not *really*...

One mistake killers always make is when they’re in the moment. They always get caught up in the prize that they let the humanity pass by, the humanity of the victim, the fact that they have real, emotional connections. A mannequin never visits their maker once every Sunday to let them know the baby is doing great, but these people are mannequins with a bloody beginning.

I needed them to have a bloody end. I’m sorry.