Light-blueVolkswagen A crowbar on the driver's seat Scouting for Victims Led by Lust. Disturbed by Liquor He lurks there alone at the edge of a park The perfect prey for his ritual... "Hey, Hello there...Are you Alone? Oh please could you help? I had an accident and have a sore arm. It's just a fishing case, but just too heavy." Out of nowhere. In one fell swoop. Death Ted smiles by the sight of her Last Breath. Watch out for Ted with the Broken arm, He looks like he would never do somebody harm. His Weapon. His Charm. He may seem calm... But in His eyes of the Storm There is Evil in the worst Form