Back in the city, a certain person sits in his room, contemplating his next moves. The photographs line the wall, one of his obsession and the other of the bastard who is in his way right now. 

Anger brews inside of him, knowing that those bastards are probably fucking right now, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. He knows he needs to get rid of the Mafia bastard, seeing how he is keeping him from the one thing that he craves.

Rising to his feet, he crosses to the giant canvas that he had painted, his lover on it. Gently touching the canvas, knowing what was going to come next, he has to prepare for everything to make sure that soon enough, his lover will be in his arms and the bastard will be dead.

A sadistic smile spreads across his face before he softly kisses the canvas picture’s lips.

“See you soon, Cory.”