In the dimly lit corridors of the Arcadia Police Department, chaos reigned as Luther Grim had just previously infiltrated the building. A menacing aura surrounded him as he navigated the labyrinthine halls, his spear gripped tightly in his calloused hands.
The lifeless bodies of fallen officers lay strewn across the floor, their once-proud uniforms now tattered remnants of authority. Luther’s piercing gaze swept over the macabre scene, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.
“They say that time is the ultimate hunter, one that no creature, man, or woman can elude. And if that’s true, then I am its humble disciple, a relentless agent of its inexorable flow. Jinx is a wisp of a girl who thinks she’s faster, smarter, more cunning. She believes she can outrun time, outsmart me. She thinks she can hide in its cracks, in its shadows, and I’ll tire out, grow weary, falter.”
“But you see, Jinx, I’m not like the others. I don’t run out of time. I am not a creature of haste or rush, but of patience and persistence. I am not confined by the tick of a clock or the setting of the sun. Time is not my enemy, but my closest ally. It weaves around me, through me. It is in every breath I take, every step I make in your pursuit.”
“You’ve escaped again, barely, clutching life as a frightened bird would clutch the branch of a tree in a storm. You think you’ve won, that you’ve bought yourself more time. But all you’ve done is delay the inevitable. I’ve seen it in your eyes, Jinx. The glimmer of fear, the realization that you’re not as invincible as you once thought. You’re beginning to understand that I’m not just another hunter you can outwit or outrun.”
As he approached one of the officers, Luther’s rugged features twisted into a sinister grin. His weathered hand, adorned with scars of countless battles, reached down to claim his trophy. Bending over with an eerie grace, he hoisted the lifeless body onto his broad shoulders, the weight seemingly inconsequential to his frame.
With the officer’s body in his possession, Luther straightened himself, towering over the grisly scene like a malevolent deity.
“Time, Jinx, is a cruel and patient hunter. It doesn’t rush, doesn’t falter. It waits for the perfect moment, the moment of weakness, of doubt, of fear. And when that moment comes, it strikes, swift and unforgiving. You can’t outrun it, can’t hide from it. You can only face it, accept it, and embrace it.”
“I am not going anywhere, Jinx. I have all the time in the world. I am the steady tick-tock of the clock, the rustle of the leaves in the wind, the shadow that follows you, unyielding and relentless. You may run, you may hide, but remember, that time is on my side, and eventually, it will lead me to you. And when that time comes, there will be nowhere left for you to run.”
“It’s hunting season!”