I have been known to walk in fear along the streets when he is near. The man in white has bought my life, and he is coming to collect here tonight. Wringing my hands and lay awake, afriad to move or to escape. Because you can run or make a deal, but that devil will still be at your heel. Ran to the window, glared out the glass. Quietly panicked, began to crack. Because when he comes all dressed in white, he will be hungry. He will be hungry when he coalesces in this room to take my life.