So I sit here and watch you walk stupidly by ignoring the world, brushing shoulders and shoving bodies. Breaking hearts and destroying homes, crumbling livelihoods into heaps of dust. You burn dreams, and crash hopes, so I’ve chosen to do something about it. A rogue vigilante.
Upon this day, I have marked you down and your life is forfeit. Only time will tell the chosen moment of your demise, do not expect it to be swift for you have punished and placed too many souls through suffering to warrant such an easy escape from this plane of existence. Therefore death by torture is the only cure.
The Canvas 
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