Jonathan Preest:

“In a way, I wanted tonight’s assassination to be unique. Pure. It felt like the last pieces of the jigsaw were falling into place. But don’t get me wrong. This wasn’t fate. For every soul ofthis deluded population who believed in fate’s comic clockwork, they neglect to see the wear and tear beneath the surface. The teeth that grind into the cogs. The damage that fate causes so many in its selfish journey towards just one favourable consequence. The Individual had simply run out of luck, and I was here to collect.”