Sunday, 24/08
02:30
The dark alley was bitter cold and, more than anywhere else, the perfect place for Death. It was a favorite of his. A place where he could loiter in the corners and snatch the life out of unsuspecting hooligans and pig-tailed little girls alike. Yes, Death loved this alley.
Even more so because the Rose Killer frequented it so much. Together, they were unstoppable.
It was a silent night, but with the sound of unsteady breathing disturbing the peace. And then out of the haunting dark and the unwelcoming cold, came a very contradictory sound. From behind a huge dumpster, like the ring of cheerful bells, came a happy laughter.
It went through the dark, so happy and delighted in its feel that, to be heard in a place like this, the cheerful laughter would frighten on
