Scott having collected his flowers wandered through London. His stride was quick and full of purpose but his face was solemn and covered in sweat. Despite it being so cold he was trembling from the heat. All due to the runes covering his body. It ate away at him like flies on a corpse.

“Damn, I need a drink.... Wait, this is my punishment and I need to bear it.” he said to himself. Even though his body was basically screaming at his to give in he didn’t. The runes were starting to burn away at his skin like the hives to the point he started to stumble as he walked.

“If I don’t activate them I’ll live. I just have to keep going like I do every year.” he whispered to himself this time. He had hoped that by saying that it would help him continue but it only made him feel worthless. He did this every year without fail and it hurt every time so why did he feel weaker this time? Oh, right he broke his arm as well as several other things.

He had finally reached his destination. An old decrepit building near Canary Wharf that was boarded up for reasons that few knew of. As he came upon that building he knelt down slowly in front of it. Tears began running down his face as he pulled the back of flowers open so that he could grab them easier.

“I’m… so sorry… Jeremiah… Rebecca… Lewis… Sharron… Elizabeth… “ he said between tears. With each name said he placed a new flower upon the building's steps. Although this wasn’t the place that he had killed all of these people he had killed the most innocent of them here. The building, once a home for werewolves that had no parents or home. Children were the main occupant of this place and he had killed them all in a fit of rage. Since this place felt like it held the most of his sins he would remember all he killed here.

“... Mallory… and Zechariah.” He finished. After over three hours he had listed off the name of all two-thousand-three-hundred and eighty-one victims. Each with their own personality and flaws that the world would never experience again because of his own selfishness. After doing so he just sat there like a statue.

“I almost feel bad about this since you went through the trouble of memorizing all their names and giving them flowers.” a young but coarse voice said from behind him.

“I assume you're the werewolf that killed that woman earlier today?” Scott replied before standing up and turning towards him. Before him was a boy around the age of eighteen wearing brown pants, a white shirt, and suspenders. He had a small scraggly beard, brown eyes that matched his pants, and short blackish-grey hair.

“You would be correct.”

“Does that mean you wish to kill me for what I did?”

“Oh, you are smarter than they said. Of course I want to kill you.”

“Then do it.” Scott said lowering his head and getting on one knee, accepting his punishment. “I don’t deserve to be alive and I would be relieved to know that it is a werewolf who kills me. After all I’ve done to you it is only fair. All I ask is that you place this flower at my wifes grave in my stead.”

“You don’t get to ask anything of me you piece of shit.! He practically yelled. I want to have a chat with you first so I would ask you to please come inside that building with me.” the werewolf boy said before walking past Scott and into the abandoned building that he had just been placing flowers at. Scott followed without question and the two entered the building.

The inside was covered in dust and the only thing that wasn’t were two chairs and a table placed perfectly in the middle of the room. Every window had been boarded up and as such the only light came from an oil lamp that sat on the table. It had been burning for a long time so it was obvious that the boy knew he would be here on this day.

“It seems that you were prepared for my arrival?” Scott said as he and the boy ast at the table.

“Yes, I have watched you for a few years now. You always come here on this day after buying one gardenia for each one you killed. I also looked into why it was gardenias and I found out that hyacinths are a sign of regret. I found it rather amusing that you would show your regret like that but it hasn’t changed my desire to kill you.”

“So, you’re very dedicated to this? I think it’s only fair that I respect your wish to speak to me before you kill me. What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Well, before we begin…” he said before several chains morphed out of the chair and wrapped themselves around Scott like a snake coiling around its prey. “That’s much better.”

“So you wish to have me bound? I assume this means you want to torture me?”

“Not at all. I have seen how your runes work first hand and understand that if you go too long without alcohol your body will start being rejected by the runes. Without using the runes power you can go roughly twenty-four hours but the pain becomes unbearable around eighteen. You do it every year on this day so I don’t really have to do anything to you to hurt you. I do want some answers before I watch you get eaten alive by your own power.”

“A fitting end for me. What questions do you have?” Scott said with a smile on his face. This made the boy a little angry.

“First of all let’s start off with my name. It’s Erin and I hope you’ll remember it on your descension to hell. Now for my first question; For what reason did you have to kill every werewolf in this city?”