In the other side of Chicago a man walks in the street, dressed with a black t-shirt and black pants. (He used to be wearing a white hospital robe, but he doesn't like that color so he ripped off the clothes he's wearing now from another person)
Darkness comes out of his eyes, leaving a weird greyness in the air in his way.
His hair is short, with a bad haircut. (His hair used to be larger, but he didn't like it so he "shortened" it with an incredible patience, using his hands)
His face has a grimm expression he tries to keep all the time.
A woman looks at him. She comes near him and says:
"Karl?Karl is that you?How are you doing?I like that new look,How is your mom?She told me you were in the hospital,What happened?Are you ok?They letted you out alredy?What happened to your eyes?I have some drops somewhere that work really-- SPLURT"
He calmly cleans the blood of the woman's head from his face. The people around him are in shock. Before any of them can start screaming, he starts blowing up their heads, one by one.
He starts walking. With every step he gives, one head blows up. Some people try to run, but they can't escape.
As eyes, brains and blood fly away, the man makes a small smile. As soon as he notices this, he harshly grabs his own mouth and starts squashing it, causing it to bleed.
"I am Mister Ktl" he says "I must not smile."
A man in a black suit that had been following him since he escaped from the hospital, observes him, horrified.
"I am Mister Ktl"
