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He watched Spylove80 for a little while longer, then he decided to follow her.
Spylove80 was a safe bet. She was the kind of player that he would enjoy.
Spylove80 walked through the streets, and then she crossed over the bridge leading to the marketplace.
He watched her for a while, and was intrigued with the way she moved, almost furtively, and yet with an air of confidence. She had a role to play, and she was playing that role.
She was a strange mix. She walked alone, but there was no sense of loneliness or fear. He could see that she was concentrating, that there was a definite purpose to her wandering.
It was clear she was becoming enchanted by the game, the same way he was.
The game had been his guide, his savior. It had given him so much. A career, a successful start. He had taken so much, but there was still more to be gained. The players. The players were his prey.
He watched Spylove80 walk around, she was obviously looking for something, she was exploring her new environment, looking at the shops and the stalls.
He followed her, moving closer as he watched her interact with other players. She was sociable, and within a short time she was involved in some kind of quest with a character called Tracker2.
Tracker2 was a dark, saturnine character, and Spylove80 was a bright, happy blonde.
The two were working together. Tracker2 was giving Spylove80 some kind of reward for something, for doing the right thing. Styx watched the way Spylove80 accepted the reward, then he watched her move on.
Styx smiled. That was all part of the game. That was exactly how it should be.
He couldn’t wait to start hunting her. But now that he’d analyzed all the evidence, all the hints in his sharp, super-intelligent mind, Styx decided that it would not be wise to go out on the hunt just yet.
If things worked out the way he planned, he needed to wait closer to home.
Just in case there was going to be the chance to take a new victim, from his very doorstep. He was ready for this. He’d always known this day would arrive, and it would simply signal a shift into a new, real-life identity. He had one planned and it would be seamless.
This was going to be a new adventure, filled with risk and the prospect of his most exciting kill yet.
Logging off, Styx got up and quickly left the room.
