The abandoned home, once his childhood abode, was awash in light as the door opened. Safe from those cops, safe from being found, safe to bide his time once more. His hands were covered in raw scars, and it hurt to even wash the dried blood off them, having spent a while picking the glass shards out from his body. Yet in his mind, he felt eagerness, anticipation, a deep want that eclipsed the pain of the cuts he sustained.
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