Hunt.

I have watched my friends and loved ones die over the course of the last three days. Before now, I might have been tempted to call their killer a madman. He'd killed sixteen people to get at me! How could he be anything but a psychopath?

I know, now, that he is not insane. He is a predator. A throwback to the careful, merciless hunters all men once had to be.

I cut the power as I watch him step through the shattered window. I can't help but chuckle as he turns about, searching for me amongst the shadows.

_"Did you think you were the only one who could play games?"_

Now I am a predator, too.