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Guild "Thousands of hands" not knowing no mercy nor doubt. Do not expect less from their master.

A killer without a master is doubly dangerous.

There is a science criminology... <...> Model behavior in humans does not change. This is interesting. There is a famous criminologist, our academician, academician Kudryavtsev, who worked a lot in Soviet times, he, by the way, most of the work was dedicated to the personality of the offender. You know, personality, structure of personality, by and large does not change, this is especially true of murderers. <...> Here there is a great theological form verbal: the murder killed two people - the body dies and the soul of a killer.

I tracked down his cab.
- He called a cab!?
Yes. Oh, these "children"!
- That child is a murderer.

Killer women needs to disgust, their victims - pity. But there is not only a passion to kill, but also a latent desire to be murdered. It is not enough to isolate the murderers of women from society, it is necessary to teach them the so-called "wives" to fear men like Smith and Landrieu, too soft, too nice, charming and likable as him: all this could be hiding danger, and animal cruelty.

Who saves a man against his will, he is no better than the killers.

I need to know who ordered Edward Morton, my friend, the American Ambassador in Macedonia fifteen years ago. I want to know who hired you. I need names.
- Is not necessary. Then you will become me. You'll have to hide until the end of his days.
You know, I'll take my chances.

Each of us is unique, and living in the world, becoming an individual. And when it all with one blow kills a murderer, is simply unacceptable. The bones of what you bring me, I attach the face, know the names of the victims, I return their loved ones and you arrest the killer. That's fine. These doctors should be arrested. After all, if they killed her, they killed her personality.

It seems the victims ' blood is pulsing within the blade.

When bloodlust is in full swing, his weapon is shiny thick clotted blood.

Slave the call of violence and rage, his body covered with blood of other creatures.

When the moon rises, and the hunter begins his hunt, his blade hungry for blood.

I'm not alone here. If you put aside the murderers, there are other survivors like me. Or at least I think so, I want to believe it. Sometimes I can only catch a glimpse of the poor soul before she kills. Others, however, I even said his name. But I would not want to know their names. Sometimes I help them... if they hang on a hook. Just as they help me. Fear unites us, human contact and interaction calm, together we share this challenge. I ask myself whether it is better to be alone? Or we can walk further if we do it together? Sometimes I feel ashamed when I run away from screaming. All too often I was on the other side, too often saw feet hanging above the ground, and just watched from behind the bushes. As a witness. It could be important to follow up on this atrocity and remind yourself that pain is not the only thing that burdens our lives at this moment? You need to remember about the soul. And whether we deserve to live, to dream about escaping from here?

Something, or rather someone, is now here. I've never seen this ... way before. The man behind the mask. He came here with a clear intention. And what is even more alarming, it all kind of makes it clear that it is hunting. Judging from his beats he's not one of those who came to this place against their will. Is it possible that there is something more that I could understand?