She loves me, She loves me not...She'll love me until her blood runs cold. There's something sinister within me. A darkness buried deep, broken and brutal-psychotic.
I thought I could resist. Years have passed since I held one of my dates in my arms, watching their last breath mingle with the moonlight.
She shouldn't have sought me out. She shouldn't have dared to ask questions. Now, I'm left with no choice but to claim her as my own.
Starla doesn't belong here. She wasn't supposed to be one of my victims. Yet, fate has twisted the knife, and she may very well become my final masterpiece.
I'll set the stage. I'll orchestrate the night.
By the time our date is over, I'll make sure she loves me...to death.
