A fabulous SpiritualClan challenge!
I smile as I corner my next victim. I advance forward, then I claw them up and leave them to die. Why? Why would I be so heartless? These are spineless, weak fools. Literally. I rip out their spines occasionally. Now almost everyone is gone, but nobody suspects me. I murder another one. And another one. And another one. They all blur together after a while. It's all the same. By now, I've gotten used to the taste of blood. Well, if there's one certain thing in this world, it's this: I've got bloody paws.
Holy heck I didn't even count that the first time O.o