I knew I couldn’t just stroll out of the Tower of London, especially when I had all these weapons in my coat, the cold metal rubbing against my skin, I knew that this was not my true purpose in life. I knew that the animation, twisted or not, would start looking for me soon. I knew it wanted revenge against Skyler, the creator, who has lied to all. I was with him when the animation was made, I knew what its face looked like. But the worst part, the part that I was most scared of, its ability to change. Not even like a normal animation, frame by frame, but smooth, slow transitions into its next host, and once it got me or Skyler, it would start killing the world. Starting with where it was made, the inky blotting of its home just gave me chills. And then, I saw it. Not the animation, the idea of an escape plan. That room. The one door under the Tower of London just didn’t make sense. He’s hiding the window with something, I thought. But that’s what a normal person would do. Now what would a killer do?