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Jericho woke in a cold sweat feeling the air thicken. It was a sour feel when death walked in you head. It was hard to sleep when you knew a monster was hungry for a kill. "I see you made your web of death again" he spoke of the cold dark air that was thrown around him to kill anything that crossed into it. He see it happen twice once our their first meeting and again after a visit to a bar to ignore him. He got up out of bed as he walked to get dressed to fulfill that deal. He need to kill someone or death shall rain it's darkness of the people around here. Death wasn't much of talking but used it's energy to communicate. Or just manifests into his shadow and stands there only for him to see or anyone he decided to kill. It was like a nightmare to have him follow you everywhere. Jericho just got dressed and looked at the mirror at how this burden has made him look more tired. He walked out the bathroom and placed his black mask on to cover his mouth. It was once white for his time as a doctor. It was black to remind him of who he was. He walked out his home to look for his next victim to ease this cold sickness inside him. 
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