Lacie Travis... a boring name for a boring girl. Having it fulfilled his objective for being here, but the way he obtained it somehow felt distasteful for him. It drove him crazy. Why did he care about her? He wanted to strangle her. But each step he took towards her made the pangs of guilt bare down even harder on his heart.
Humanity... was a frustrating thing.
He didn't change how he stood or looked at her. He did, however, change his tone. The seething menace in it returned as he spoke, "Lacie Travis... I see. I'll remember it. As well as where you live... and what you look like. I'll definitely remember," he paused, as if searching for a way to finish, "but tell me one more thing... why did you approach me. Why were you watching me?"