"I hope you know we had everything
When you broke me and left these pieces
I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and
I want you to lose like I lose when I play."
-Sting (What could've been)
The last truck supply of blood before the mansion goes into lockdown. I slide under it, holding onto its underside. When the truck parks by the back of the mansion, I drop.
The sun is going under and shrouds the mansion in a golden light. It seems unfitting for what I'm about to do. I detach the axes from my belt and sneak out from under the truck. I slam the blunt part against the neck of the truckdriver, rendering him unconscious. I hold his head back just in time to keep it from slamming into the horn and alerting the entire mansion of my presence.