I AM WALKING DOWN A hallway of white, searching through a building that is a pure flood of white, almost flaring white. I am looking for someone who is fleeing me. I feel the Berzerker rage that burns within me. I hunt he who hunts the innocent and the unwary. It is he who is called ‘Slasher,' for he is known for his wanton killings, using his long knife to bring out his victim’s blood and their terror.
I seek him, and my only weapons will be my hands, which itch to rip and tear into his flesh. I will tear into his guts, and I will drink his blood as I watch the light fade from his dying eyes. It enrages me that he knows not the ways to honor those who die, he kills without reason, and he does not pay the price of knowing the Death, and he allows those he kills to die alone. I shall guide
