"The streetlight begins to flicker. Footsteps approach from the alley. He searches to see who is coming, but sees no one. The steps continue toward him and from the corner of his eye, he sees a fast moving shadow run past and behind him, then another running the opposite direction. " - From Dying Solo
"I was seventeen-years-old when my childhood friend killed me. It wasn’t an unfortunate accident caused by stupidity or an unintentional act with deadly consequences; it was murder. A vicious and brutal slaying of the closest of friends, planned down to its finest detail to ensure that failure would not be present that day." - From Dying Solo