But What Does He Plan?
He chose his victim carefully, pondering over the criteria slowly and methodically.
The first was gender, and immediately he knew 'it' had become 'her'. But what was she going to be like? He knew he had his own preferences, but this wasn't going to be for dinner or a movie, and so some things would not necessarily apply here.
Both hair and eye color fell under that category, he decided after a long cold shower, though they would need to be a pleasing combination in order to qualify her for selection.
The same went for ethnicity; a person was a person, after all, and should be equally missed, no matter what the outer shell appeared to be to the typical observer.
So, she could look like just about anyone, yet there were differences, details which would be key to unlocking her and her potential. He let these considerations twist and flow in his mind as he shaved, dried off, and dressed in his working clothes. All was laid out precisely as he wanted it, from the razor next to the sink to t