See I know how he moves, what kind of people and infrastructure he’ll employ to lure his victim, prey on them with due deliberation, going only where his way leads him after me. I see it coming everytime, the nightmares, the anxiety, the trauma and finally the reality of tv-news, while he preys on me. He does it the same time, he lures, then comes, kills. He never dies only his people whom he calls Log. They die for him carrying his way to torture, mislead me into darkness or fogs of misinformation. When will it end, I’ve survived him coming so many times, and everytime I feel weaker, more vulnerable, not willing to succumb, only to surrender and do his way…