It was close to midnight and I hurried, counting the steps in order to subdue the unwanted feelings.

Murder. Mutilation. Revenge.

Just a little bit more, I thought to myself.

My body was burning up, my heart viciously dancing in my chest, trying to unravel the beast within. Droplets of sweat glided down my back, and I never felt more hot even in the middle of the night in Moscow.

My feet carried me to the top of the building. It used to be a market less than a week ago before shutting down. My eyes wickedly searched for him.

Please be here, please be here, please be here.

I knew he was there before even noticing him coming out of the shadows. The hunting feeling of shedding blood dissolved; practically never existing.

He moved towards me, the moonlight reflecting the crooked, taunting smile on his devilish face.

"That was close," his voice cut through the cold air as I tried to catch my breath, my hands resting on my knees, "If you didn't come to me in time...who knows what could've happened?"