Chapter 2.

A peculiar place.

The wind was in my favor, the night was cold and there was a new victim in my collection, I asked myself, ¿How will his meat taste? ¿Will it be juicy? But the way he resists and doesn't give in to me, he leaves me no choice, he will die because I have changed my mind and I don't want to taste him anymore, I want to see him lose the shine in his eyes, for his soul to leave his body, for him to feel absolutely nothing, but pain and suffering, but suddenly there is a curious look over my shoulder and following the trail of that look, there is a brown-haired boy with a tender face, disheveled hair, he does nothing, but look at me, it is as if he is trying to think if what he is seeing is real.

With a smile on my lips I say to him: with the wind go to sleep or the nightmares will devour you, for some strange reason when I looked again, the boy was no longer there, but the window was open as if it were an indirect invitation, the sound of the sirens sounding tells me that I could be caught so I leave the man's corpse at the end of the avenue and run down a dark alley telling myself: relax, smile, I'm here, no one will catch me... a dog that was sleeping turned on its back when it saw me, so it wouldn't hurt to give it a little caress, then a message arrives in my mailbox where it begins to say: come back now before the boss finds out, and looking at the dog I answer that message, yes, I will return, it will be for the best, but the animal began to sniff something in my pockets, I know it is looking for the ears that I cut off the victim earlier, but if I give them to him everyone will discover me, so it is time for even this animal to rest or the nightmares will be gone. 

They're going to devour it, so, caressing it, I twist its neck backwards, breaking it abruptly, the animal doesn't even have time to bark when it falls stiff, and at that moment I think, if someone sees it they'll realize it was me, so ¿why not put some garbage bags on top of it? 

So, moving the animal to where there is a garbage dump, I take out some bags and throw them on it, as if to make it look like it died because the bags fell on it and not because I broke its head.

However, another message plays again and Derek doesn't stop insisting, the police have arrived at the place, ¿what are you doing that you haven't returned? So I look at the night sky and look at the garbage dump, ¿what am I doing? 

Good question, however, for some reason the image of that brown-haired boy doesn't come out of my mind, I would like to see him again, maybe try what his kidneys taste like, but it's okay, if I get close to him I've definitely lost my mind in the middle of my madness, so without thinking I walk through the shadows to the cabin near the forest, the only place I know as a home, my safe place…