[i]I look up, towards whatever twisted entity was watching. [/i] So this is it? Face my fears or go insane, hm? I'm not gonna lie, this is pretty damn sinister, but you must understand one thing about me. [i]I draw my Revolver, seemingly never running out of ammunition. [/i] I'm a freelancer. [i]I place the barrel under "Ryder's" Chin. [/i] And I get the Job done. [i]I look away as I pull the trigger. [/i]