“When he looks back up, the tiger is still grinning at him, purring. Their stares meet. Bronson sees himself in the cat’s eyes, floating inside the yellow depths. For just a moment, as he gazes at his reflection, he feels as if his soul is being sucked up. Pulled into the animal. Trapped inside the black abyss of the tiger. Imprisoned there forever. It would be a punishment befitting a man whose only real purpose in life was to bring death to this species, and countless others like it.”