Overture Downs in the arms of the strangler

The empty socket catches his attention immediately, even before the woman starts an exaggerated blink to point it out. He grimaces, throat tightening with sudden nausea. Don't do that. That's nasty, He says as his ears flatten to his skull, keeping his voice level with no small amount of effort. The scowl only increases his displeasure, and by the time the stranger decides to play nice, he's already determined that he wants none of it. I'm looking for dead bodies of idiots like you. No need to tell her why, of course; maybe the mystery of it will put some fear into her. It'd be nice to see a bit of fear for once.