I had made the most of every minute I was in the building as if it had been the best time of my life.
I had a plan.
At the time I thought, I was an idiot for not signing up for the death circuit earlier. With every floor I advanced, with every killer I came across, I felt like I was cleansing the city of all its garbage.
Still, for every floor I advanced, the fights became more difficult, but that didn't take away the pleasure of catching my victim and asking him what he did for a living. The idiots idolized themselves for all the suffering they had caused, so I idolized myself when their blood crawled on the floor and my clothes were soaked with their wetness.
It was good to know that every year the death circuit was filled with killers and they murdered each other. The problem was that there was a winner, the biggest killer of all, but it was a problem I was about to solve.
