I found myself alone in a cold, echoing room,
a violent rain beating the roof overhead.
Not a single piece of furniture adorned the space, save
a tall leather chair, upholstered in a bright coxcomb red.
Through the patter of rain, I heard a grizzled throat
clear, and suddenly the chair swiveled around.
Sitting across from me was Odi, with a
depraved look on his face as he frowned.
“Oh, hello again—I wasn’t expecting company,
but I suppose I should welcome it nonetheless.
While you’re here, allow me to elaborate—
I think you misunderstand this little mess.
I’ve been to every corner of this earth,
I’ve skinned every species—I’ve hunted it all.
Elephants and eagles, tigers and leopards—
every rare game I’ve killed, great and small.
They call me a poacher, a villain, a murderer
