[No, no, no, this will never do. Too many among them enjoy the hunt, the feast, the thrill. Not enough fear. And this one. This one enjoys it more than most. We can't have that. We must look deeper. We must see what he doesn't want to see.
The street lights flicker back on. This time instead of showing the surroundings as they are, they show them as they might be—messy, splashed and splattered with blood. Too much blood for his own kills.]