Jim Greyy strolled past the sea of flesh. Freaks, he thought to himself. He looked for a secluded area where he could conduct his business. If he remained next to all of these disgusting humans for any longer he would snap.
Jim was human himself. He just hated them. All of them. For as long as he could remember he felt as if he were 'above' the rest in nature. He thought it would be fun to shoot them, or to hunt them. Yes, hunting was nice. He would round up children then leave them in the woods as bait for their parents to be slain like animals. Abeit he did have sympathy for some of them of course.
His lodge had always shared the same ideas as them. Together they would bond in some sort of dark, twisted brotherhood and share inhumanities only they would find amusing.
33°, he thought. I am of the 33°. Jim paused when he arrived in the alleyway. He was used to darkness; as an M16 he was well adapted to it. However, this darkness was unsettling. Unnerving, almost.
Jim stepped inside, "Hello?" he called out. "Is anybody there?"
Silence responded to him. Then he heard a swift rustle. Jim leapt up then spun around. Just a cat, he thought. Then he heard another.
"Hello Jim," the figure greeted him with piercing eyes. "My name is Harry Evelyn."