In darkness he stands gazing up to the window, watching, waiting.
He knew it would be only a matter of time before someone would come to check.As the best and the brightest one looked .out of the window, he slipped into the shadows again.
He had planned his kill in detail, always traveling as a blank page to remain unkown.
His heart skipped a beat when he gazed at the one who had come.
He slipped into the gray mist with a single step and formed a new game; one with the highest stakes.
A game played in darkness and light, as he remained a ghost.
Always the same yet different in each disguise, he traveled the same path of his prey..
He would watch and wait ; would he be found?
As he stepped into the light and pointed the gun and out of the darkness the best and the brightest one came.
His plan had been foiled and in the darkness he would ever remain.
The best and the brightest walked into his home and a blinking red light met his eye.
As the box played, a voice from the grave ask the question.
Who won our game?
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