Roger

Roger tackled you, just as you were about to strike. The older homeless man and you, weak and effeminate, wrestled on the floor of the warehouse. Carrie watched, frantic, hoping Roger would win. And finally, he was on top of you. His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing. You couldn't breathe. The darkness creeped in. And then you were gone.

Roger freed Carrie, who was weeping.

"Of all the people. Him. I trusted him. I believe in him. I never believed he'd do this. Or that he'd betray me."

Roger looked at your lifeless body impassively.

"He was sick, Carrie. Now c'mon, let's get you home."