Wayne Bailey's mind kept going back to three years ago, when Anna Jadwin had rejected him.
In that garden, he raised the pistol, watching her walk away without looking back...
[You can only run forward, don't stop... Once you turn back to look at me, you won't be able to shake me off. I'll cling to you like eerie spirits, never letting you go in this lifetime or the next...]
He thought that with that shot, his past as Wayne Bailey had completely died, but he still lived with an empty shell.
His head began to throb faintly, and not just from his nose; his ears also started to ooze warm blood.
With mechanical steps, he walked down the dark nighttime streets, mingling with the crowd outside the bar. The streets were quiet, only his staggering figure walking amidst the rain... his spirits crushed, like a walking corpse. Murderous intent surged through him, joined by an aura reminiscent of the grim reaper.
[Wayne Bailey, let me go, I love Maxwell Cameron...]