I keep running, my legs practically on fire by now from the amount of running I’ve been doing. Bullets continue to fly past me, hitting trees, and occasionally, skimming my body. The dried blood on my body practically screams ‘Hey. I just committed mass murder.’

There was a ball going on in the mansion of some stuck up people close to Mowow and my house. I was bored, so I decided it would be fun to dress up and murder all of the guests, along with the hosts, at the ball. It was fun, that was until I realized that someone had faked their death and then snuck away to call 911. By the time I had realized where I had fucked up, the FBI was already surrounding the mansion. I had decided to run, but now that I look back, I realize that wasn’t such a good idea.

Another bullet flies past, barely skimming my cheek. I turn right, away from the street, hoping to lose the police cars. Apparently police officers don’t take no. As soon as I head deeper into the woods, an FBI helicopter flies overhead.

“Fuck.”

As I decide to speed my pace up, I notice the barricade of police cars blocking my way. I try to go the other ways, only to find them blocked off as well.

“Wendell ‘W.’ Hunter, you’re under arrest for the murder of over a hundred people. Please drop your weapon and surrender peacefully. We are advised to shoot if you do not comply.”

I bare my teeth, my hands trapping the rod of my scythe in a death grip. You already know what I did to get the FBI on my tail, but I think you should learn about the very beginning of my life up to this point.