I'm entering the subway. There's an escalator leading down, followed by another one. As I'm heading down I'm surprised to see there are corpses laying around. These people weren't just killed by "simple" ways - no gunshot wounds or stabs -, they were terribly mauled. Pieces of skin stretched and ripped off, exposed bones, arms and legs torn apart. It looked like they were caught in some heavy machinery or attacked by a beast. One of them, in fact, had been partially ripped by the escalator's mechanism, at the end of it. I see the three or four corpses with suprise, but not with much disgust as someone would imagine.

I notice people rushing by. I stop a man who wore an uniform and ask him what happened here. He impatiently explains to me, in a strange sarcastic tone, that there was a maniac on the loose, and that he had just killed those people. He lifted a "WANTED" poster. It showed a man in his 40s, with a demented stare. His eyes were small but wide open, and light blue. He had short black spiky hair and was pale. His mouth hanged open just slightly. The man left, mumbling, as if I was getting in his way. I continue down the next set of escalators. As I'm getting down there, I see the man. People are running away from him, and he breaths heavily and stares confusedly around. On his hand, what was apparently his only weapon - a medical scalpel.