Robert is tall and well-built, with sharp features and dark blue eyes, brown hairs. His expression rarely changes, making him difficult to read. He wears old fashioned clothes, yet somehow he still stand out.
Robert never chose his victim.
THE DICE DID
He sat alone in a dim room, the table mark with old cuts and stains, he roll the small white cubes across its surface. It stuck the edge once and stop.
It was one
To him its not just a roll. this was order.
From a locked drawer he took out a cut finger. it as belonged to someone who had already obeyed fate robert slip it in his pocket he always carry something from his past ,when he chose the next one.
Dice never lie
Each roll a message,
Each number a command,
Sometimes it pointed to the young. sometimes the old. sometime stranger who just steps out of the bus unaware that fate has already noticed them when it shows four, two lives were tied together five a warning not for others, but for himself pain he believe also part of destiny.
Names matter too.
He paid attention to the first letter of their names letting it guide his hand his methods his patience. no one else could see the logic only him and his mother knows the truth behind it.
Police called him unpredictable, He was just being faithful.
He believes in destiny. he thinks he is freeing them from the sufferings .He thinks he is the saviour, THE ALMIGHTY himself.
DICE HAS ALREADY SPOKEN NOW SOMEONE ELSE WOULD STOP BREATHING.