I am not in danger, I AM THE DANGER. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No. I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS!!
That's it! See, at first I thought it was hate, too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, it imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all my hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me... just as it happened to you.
Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
