"The ones who did this to me. I tracked 'em, killed four of 'em." His smile widens slightly, pleased as he steps back past the tree in the direction of the little slope down to the lake. An imperfect job, but done well enough that thinking about it gives him a certain amount of pleasure.

"There's one left. I'll find him. He knows I'm coming now, but... That just makes it more interesting, doesn't it?"