Eric Trochon

Je suis debout au bord d'une sorte d'étang aux eaux noires. De l'autre côté, juste en face de moi, se tient le tueur. Pardessus sombre, pantalon gris très neutre, il a les mains dans les poches. Il a noué des sacs-poubelle à ses chevilles. Sans doute pour ne pas laisser l'empreinte de ses chaussures dans la boue. Ce mec est prudent et méticuleux. Il porte un masque de carnaval ou d'halloween qui lui recouvre toute la tête. Un masque de loup-garou. À cette distance et avec les vêtements qu'il porte, impossible d'évaluer sa taille ou sa corpulence. Je suppose qu'il porte des gants. Il ne laissera aucun indice derrière lui. I'm standing by the black waters of some kind of pond. On the opposite shore, the killer is facing me. He's wearing a dark overcoat and nondescript grey trousers. He's got his hands in his pockets. He has tied rubbish bags over his shoes so as not to leave any shoe print in the mud, I reckon. The guy is obviously careful and fastidious. A carnival or Halloween mask, that of a werewolf, covers his entire head. Because of the distance and his clothes, I can't assess his size and bulk at all. I suppose he's wearing gloves. He's the type that leaves no clue behind.