Europe has been everything he dreamed, maybe more. On the first night, stumbling exhausted into his rented bed in Madrid, he already knew it was worth it. The months of double shifts at the Qwik Mart, stacking boxes, smiling as the customers as they belittled him… all faded from memory quicker than the scars on his knuckles.

Fourteen days, twelve countries. It’s a whirlwind of an adventure, but the only way it could happen. Sure, there’s hours of staring at the insides of trains, out the windows of planes, and napping in the back of tiny rental cars. But his life has always been filled with the mundane. He’d learned to endure that long ago. It’s the amazing (though brief) experiences between that are new! Oh, has it been wonderful!

He feels alive like he never has before.

It’s night eleven. He’s looking out over beautiful Paris, practically shaking with anticipation. He’s well on his way to being the most prolific international serial-killer in history… and tonight is going to be amazing.