~Prologue~

Another boring night of doing absolutely nothing with myself but sleeping in trees. I was getting sick of this- the pointless life I lived. I killed expertly, sure, no one ever found me. But what was the point in it? Honestly, nothing. No point at all. It was becoming so boring. I got nothing out of it except corpses. It did cheer me up sometimes, I guess, but it wasn't enough. I needed meaning; a point to my own selfish existence. A task to complete, a task that would almost send me over the edge. I needed adventure and danger that would spiral out of control and me into insanity.

So how could I refuse to play this little game of his?

Looking into the eyes of what could only be a psychopath, I could only grin, realizing I was looking into the eyes of a man that could easily be me. No... not man. Monster.

Was that what I had become? A monster? It must be, but I found I really didn't care, too fixated on the monster in front of me rather than the one inside of me.

Whilst I waited for It to stop talking, I studied the monsters eyes. They were so old, so worn. They'd seen much, I guessed. Bad and good. They gleamed dangerously, almost playfully. I should have been scared, but I was only excited.

It must have realized I wasn't paying attention. That, or It saw me grinning as I imagined what to come.

"Ready to play, m'boy?" It asked, voice as fine as leather and lips twisting upwards in a menacing grin that sent shivers down my spine. Not from fright, no, but because this was actually happening. I was adding a point to my life as I took others.

"Hells yeah." I replied easily, leaning forward to get a better look through the dark, trying to match Its blood curdling grin. "Let's go."