aren't you worried that killer will leave knowing your story?
"No, he's made it abundantly clear that I'm not getting away again. My past wasn't his fault, so what does it matter?" Antoine shrugs, clearly not bothered, "I was a dying drunk of an artist, a homewrecker as some would say, and he lived for the thrill of possibly dying and constantly pushing the limit of artistic threat. We aren't so different. I'm more worried he's going to wreck another bike into our livingroom. That Magritte was the worst to replace the first time."




















