Anonymous asked: What inspired you to start my work?

I guess I will have to explain what happened for those of you who don't really know of me...

Well before I started killing I was a surgeon. A very successful surgeon. I was married to a lovely woman with light brown hair and vibrant green eyes. She was just as kind as she was beautiful, her name was Isabella. She was my childhood Sweetheart and when I was old enough I asked her to be my wife. We were married for a couple years at the time I was 25 and was fresh out of medical school. I had found a stable job at a hospital and over year I had managed to become one of their best surgeons. After a while me and Isabella wanted to expand our family so we tried for a baby...... unfortunately our attempts weren't unsuccessful.....but we kept trying until we got results. It had been a couple of months but finally we were going to be parents....at the time I thought I was the luckiest man alive....I was very wrong..

It was late at night around 12:00 AM when I got a call from the hospital. Isabella was 7 mouths into her pregnancy and I really didn't leave her side to much but this was an emergency, for you see the hospital call me to inform me that a man in his early 20's had been shot and fatality wounded. I couldn't let this man die so I got dressed and left...I was in such a rush that I forgot my phone..

When I got to the hospital I rushed into the emergency room and prepared for surgery. The man had been shot in the chest and it looked like the gun was literally on his chest when it went off, it really was a miracle that he was still alive. I got to work right away; it took a at least 3 hours but me and my team wear able to save him. I let the emergency room feeling get that I had saved yet another life when a nurse informed me some...... horrible news.....while I was working on the man, my sweet Isabella....and kissed her goodbye....then I held my little girl....she had my blue eyes....and her mother's brown hair......ten minutes later she died too.....

I couldn't bring myself to attend their funeral. ....the months that followed were a blur all that I can really remember was me crying my eyes out and sometimes visiting the bar and getting intoxicated... A friend of mine came and talked to me about my behavior and with their help I slowly started getting my life back together. There's only one thing that kept bothering me. The man I save....his wounds didn't look like they were accidental or self inflicted. I was very curious about this so I decided to investigate.......what I found enraged me. I have found out let the man I saved was put on trial for the rape and murder of a 6 year old girl but due to a systematic error he was released, so the child's father shot him in the chest......I saved a rapist and murderer.......while an innocent man went to jail for trying to bring Justice to his daughter's murder........one kill lead to another....and soon I found myself in too deep to stop.

So to answer your question, it was the death of my wife and daughter that inspired me to take action. I didn't want anyone to experience the same kind of pain I did...