"Stalker. Stalker. Stalk the girl, watch her walk. Soon to pounce. Wilder. Wilder. Wild like a hungry devil, following prey. Condemned to die, never to love. That is his purpose. To kill. To make suffering, though no amount can sate him. No amount can match was he suffered at those cruel hands. An orphan, just a lonely orphan. Deserted in the cold, stale building. Slapping hands. Sharp words. Punishments, pain, suffering. That is why he does it."
Lily Fieldings shut her book, 'Asesinato Hombre's Truth', and put it reluctantly back on the shelf. Picking up her bag, she slung it on her shoulder and wearily exited the large, silent library.
