I don't want to set the world on fire.
I just want to start a flame in your heart.
In my heart I have but one desire.
And that one is you.
No other will do.

    A soft soothing voice fills the dark basement. The song is coming from a male in working at a table. The male had blond hair and tan skin. He was tall and slightly muscular while still thin. He is a very handsome man. He had a scar over his shoulder leading up to his neck. His eyes were a piercing green color. He truly looked perfect.

I've lost all ambition for world acclaim.
I just want to be the one you love.
And with your admission that you feel the same.
I'll have reached the goal I’m dreaming of.
Believe me.

    The table seemed to be full of knives and other tools. All had been sharpened and polished. They’d been set up perfectly in neat rows. All the weapons but the few that laid in front of the male. He hummed as he took his cloth and started to wipe off a weapon that looked to be painted in dark shades of red. The light colored cloth ran over the blade as the song continued.

I don’t want to set the world on fire.
I just wanna start a flame in your heart.

    In the back of the room was a single light shining on a table. On that table laid a display. What once was the body of a beautiful woman with lilac hair is now a stained art piece decorated in so many shades of red. She lay there naked her chest had been cut open and her ribs had been removed revealing the soft tissue inside. Her heart was no longer in its spot leaving hole where it had once been. Her pale skin had been skillfully cut in straight lines that obviously took hours to complete. Her guts had been pulled from her body slightly leaving them over her and her body.    
    However her face was left untouched and possibly even cleaned. Her lips were painted a deep red color. A s\hade that matched the red that painted the rest of her body perfectly.
    Her hands had been laid to cover up what could called her inappropriate parts as if trying to hide them. The hands had obviously been placed there after her death as they weren't that bloody. Her hair had also been stained with her own blood leaving the once stunning shade of lilac and much darker shade of red.
    The killer had her, his final kill, the perfect work art. Now all that's left is to let the world see.