Dr.

He stares at me like I'm a monster.

And in a way, I am.

I have to be.

One does not eat babies without a little monster in them.

Your name?

The detective asks, is town nonchalant.

His body language professional,

his soul nothing but controlled rage.

He's shorter than me, but Mouse are.

At six feet and five inches, I cut an impressive figure.

Unfortunately, when they apprehended me, I was hunched over an infant, blood running down my

chin. That makes for a much different first impression. It wasn't until I was led from the back of the police fan and into the station

that my physicality revealed itself.

You're a big sucker, one of the officers had said.

It's all in the diet, I replied, smiling with blood-stained lips and teeth.

Murder filled the police officer's eyes.

I shouldn't have been flippant. It was cruel of me. Now I sit here,

extremely uncomfortable in this small plastic chair with my wrists shackled to the

table.

And I wait.

Eventually, I will leave.

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