I´d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences, it wasn´t something yu ever really got used to. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I´d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me. Still, this time was so different from the others. You could run form semeone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers.
