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Ralph always knew, the knowledge buried somewhere in the dark recess of his mind, that this moment would come. He had ignored it of course, choosing to allow himself to be seduced by the glorious surges of elation that coursed through his body every time he killed. What had begun as mere curiosity had developed into an obsession. It had captured him, taken hold, controlled him, grown like a tumour, poisoning his entire body and mind until he had reached this point. The point of no return. All the years, locked inside the darkness with Mo, living through the humdrum of life, always seeking and hoping for something better. Well, here it was. He had killed, lusted after it and he had loved it. Through it all, as it accelerated out of control, he knew that the journey had to end at some po
