Who are you?
I have tried my best. I have gone the lengths. You have made every possible... and sometimes impossible... move in every book. I'm losing my patience. You have tried to avoid my grasp for these last two years now...
I remember the first day. The only day I was ever at my closet at getting you. Because your were right there the entire time! I didn't realize what importance you were at the time of course. I thought you were there to help me... and you did.
But then like a flash. I was attacking you, fiercely, quickly, deadly... I was so close. Then your partners backed you up. I had no chose but to run.
Ever since then I hated you! I wanted to tear you apart from limb to limb. You ruined my life. But enough with the complaints...
I know where you are...
I know what you're doing...
I know why...
I am watching...
But I when I get to you after these two years, when I stare into your almost dead eyes, when I have your life in my hands! I will ask you this...
WHO ARE YOU!