The killing card

He stepped through the gate to the stone structure and walked to the center of the room, his head bowed and a haunted smile touching, playing at his lips. "It's just me..." he giggles slightly, almost madly as the tomb floor slides away to reveal a staircase down into the depths of the earth. Flicking his tongue across the back of his teeth he begins to descend into the black at the bottom of the stairs. The door at the bottom opens and the distorted sound of industrial metal can be heard briefly as he slips inside. The door slams behind him. He turns down the long hallways, his body on autopilot, and reaches his "room". There is a mirror and a coffin on the floor, a jumble of bags and weapons in the corner, and an i-pod and speakers near the coffin. He looks up into the mirror and tilts his head slightly, his long black hair falling from his face to reveal blood still dripping from his mouth. He laughs softly, near inaudible as a voice behind him asks, "When will they learn not to fuck with you when you're hungry?"