<span style="font-style: italic">â€œsince you like to write about killers perhaps you could do a bit of research on a real killer. Real life is nothing like the fantasies humans make up to brush off the reality that lies before them.â€ </span>These two sentences were the most striking he had heard from the crazy bird demoness. Fact, was she had taken his question about age totally wrong, and hell that was ok.<br/><br/>His mind ran over the sheer idea of what chasing after a killer would feel like. Could it be like being a detective or was this going to mind fuck him? He was betting the latter but still. Weighing his options ; possible death, possible death, and if he declined now possible death or the title of a forever coward written in stone. None of those seemed tempting but as a writer a real life experience was said to be worth every penny of worth.<br/><br/>The feeling of the world caving in wandered back into his head for a few minutes. Screaming that nothing was real, and reality was just a touch away. But he knew better than to believe such a now obvious lie. This was the work of the demoness , and it was now understandable that such power would over run him...eventually.<br/><br/>â€œ Well, That killing was rather interesting, and you know what count me in. The worst that could happen is death.â€ Well that was a rather limited statement for him to use but still. The verdict is basically death no matter what so it was a well what the hell will make me last longer kinda choice. â€œ So first off, How will this work? Or when does this start. â€œ He paused for a minute now that his mind was slightly clear. â€œ I was asking if you could change into any age , no what age you are.â€ The comedic humor that warned everyone never to ask a ladies age. Technically he was not, and it was plainly obvious that she was old.