Thursday, October 31st. The city streets are crowded for the holiday. Even with the rain. Hidden in the chaos is the element, waiting to strike like snakes. And I'm there too. Watching. 2 years of nights have turned me into a nocturnal animal. I must choose my targets carefully.
VOLITION - No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it’s still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You’re still alive.
YOU - "When was this?"
JEAN VICQUEMARE - "God, I don't know..." He thinks. "Six years ago? She was way before my time."
VOLITION - Six years and you haven't gotten over it, what the hell is wrong with you?