[Voice; Traceable to Mark Cook]

[mindf_cks]

[The feed cuts on and the only thing audible is screaming. Although, the man isn't in pain- No, no, no. That sound, my friends, is the sound of sheer terror. Determined from the pitch it sounds like it may be a man in his mid thirties, but don't let that screaming distract you from the heavy breathing that is becoming more, and more apparent. The

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[voice]

[crosstobare]

[He's seen videos like this before. Right before being told to kill those responsible.]

Did you compose the poem yourself?

[voice]

[killswithapen]

[A voice speaking over despairing terror. He shouldn't reply, but ignoring it would be more criminal.

Burning children, huh.

But you can't appeal to people like this, and besides, he hasn't been here long enough to feel confident addressing this city's 'other' killers. There's nothing to say, but that doesn't mean he can stay silent.]

You can stop any time. Just stop.

[voice]

[mindf_cks]

[ A small hum, very audible. ]

Hushh little baby, don't say a word

[voice]

[killswithapen]

[Good advice, if he didn't take it as a personal affront.]

A name. Perhaps you would give me that much.

[Any clue is a useful clue.]

[voice]

[mindf_cks]

[Light wants clues? Scarecrow isn't just going to give them to him. ]

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

[ But he'll offer some bird crumbs. ]

[ not here ]

[barebacking]

[How exciting.]

[voice]

[outbursting]

That's just --

[There isn't any words for that sort of thing, as he covers his ears for a moment. Taking a steps away from the NV, he just turns it off. Just what the hell ... just what the hell sort of person would do that? Wasn't things bad enough!?]

[ voice ]

[izalogic]

First the heat attack and now this.