"It's all just a game to him."

He clenched his fist, but willed himself to breathe. He'd seen people of this calibre before; well, perhaps not of identical or as diabolical ilk, but X was no stranger to men of evil.

But a doctor's office...it could be worth a look. Glancing down at his journal, X opened it up (fourth page, first line), scribbling a few quick words down. Nothing substantial, just to let him know that it was a good place to check.