Blood was everywhere. One might just see a dark alley, still suspicious and eerie, but would think nothing of it. But no one was even in the slightest bit aware about the horror that had taken place that night. A woman with short dark blue hair, and violet eyes that gleamed like the Sun, had been brutally stabbed to death. A silhouette was standing near her. A low chuckle escaped from his lips. 

"Honestly, people are so rude these days! I just wanted to have a chat... Now look at the mess you've caused me to make, this isn't going to clean itself, you know!" He seemed genuinely exasperated as he brought out a few wipes and scrubbed the floor, mumbling quietly to himself. Then sirens were heard. The man whipped his head up, looking at nothing in particular. The sirens were getting closer. Still, the man did not move. "This is the NPA! We have you surrounded!" A nasally voice barked out.

 They couldn't see who he was with the moon not being out. The man still hadn't moved an inch. Slowly, but cautiously, the first guard moved forward. It was unsettling, the fact that the killer had been surrounded, and yet didn't try to escape. The gun was trembling ever so slightly in the guard's hand as he stepped into the shadows. Silence. Then a pained cry and the sickening thud of the lifeless body echoed throughout the alley. The officers marched forward, preparing for an attack. Nothing. The killer had escaped. All left was the mangled up body of their former officer. 

They tried to look for something, fingerprints, relations, anything at all. But they found nothing. The killer had been very thorough even with his unwanted visit. The officers walked back, with their fallen officer in arms, and drove off. The escaped man was standing atop an apartment complex. He double-checked to make sure they were gone. When he was sure, he brought out a list of names. They were all written in red. In blood. A terrifying grin flashed across the man's face as he read the next name. 

 ▪ 𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕋 𝔸𝕆𝕀

He walked along the rooftop, as the rain started to pour. Then lighting struck not too far from where he was, illuminating the half of his face. Golden irises shone brightly in the dark night. The male smirked a wicked grin.  Sharpening his jagged daggers, he leaped off the rooftop. Running off to who-knows-where...