They say that if you do good things then good things happen to you. Well, young one, I beg to differ. Serving warm coffee at the diner throughout the night shift, smiling and making small talk with everyone that came through the doors, you emitted nothing but warmth and happiness. People fed off that energy as much as they did the warm cherry pie and burgers you were peddling. You even complimented my silver pendant. Not many people notice that however you did and that piqued my interest in you.
So, as I sit here, cradling your still warm corpse, looking into your lifeless eyes frozen in fear with my face caked in your blood, I tell you now that I call bullshit on karma or this sure as hell wouldn’t have happened to you or to the 8 others who will endure this fate before the night is through!