England, XIX, victorian era 09 - 16 - 1890

One more person eliminated. You wipe away the blood that had splattered on your face, wiping the knife with a cloth you had to put it back in the bag. You drag the body to a hidden location so no one could see. You take a rusty, worn-out saw that still worked, and you start cutting off the body parts, separating each one, then putting it in a bag.

It turns out that you were a serial killer, who killed people who raped, robbed, participated in dangerous organizations, and committed other types of crime just to feed your enjoyment of bloodshed. You refused to kill people Innocent, you just killed those motherfuckers.

You've just filled the black garbage bags with the rotting flesh of the human monster you had murdered. You put the saw aside and pick up the bags, which were pretty heavy. There were 4 in total, you took 2 in each hand. You leave the alley where you had committed the act and walk to the incinerator that was on that same street. The bags were so heavy that a part of them came loose from his hand and then the victim's head had fallen to the ground, blood dripping all over it.

After thinking that you had to work even harder to clean the blood from the floor, you sigh, still with the 4 bags in your hand, one empty and 3 full. But when you look straight ahead, you see a man staring at you, but with a normal, serious face. He was very handsome, like a famous idol or something. He had golden blond hair that even in the evening light, it reflected and shone even more because of the dim light of the sidewalk lamppost.

Do you look surprised, how would someone be awake and even more so walking down the street at that time of night?! His heart races, a little nervous, repeating to himself "you need to kill him" "you need to get the knife" "you need to..." His thoughts were interrupted with a fluffy laugh. "You're really clumsy..." The man with curly hair said, looking at you tenderly and admiring you, even with the idiocy you had unintentionally let happen.

You are startled, surprised, and slightly wide-eyed. Wasn't he the one who should run, scream for help, and run away while he still could? Oddly enough, his face didn't change, he kept the smile on his face. He approaches you, and you let the bags with the low-cut bodies fall to the floor, rolling everywhere, forming a huge pool of blood around the two of you. He comes even closer, and then hugs you.

"Before you take the bodies to the fire, try to tie the bags tightly," he whispers in your ear. The combination of the circle of blood around you, him hugging you and the shattered bodies on the ground, scared you even more. What kind of human was that? Didn't he feel some kind of fear?

A lot of time passes, and jumping to the part where you were tying the bags again and heading towards the incinerator to burn the body, the man continued to follow you back and forth, like a dog begging for attention. Before this happened, you had talked to him, you tried to kill him, but you couldn't. He promised that he wouldn't tell anyone about what had happened and that he would help me burn the evidence. What a strange man. and... scary.

You finish burning the body, washing your weapons, and cleaning all the blood from the place, removing the gloves you had used to kill and burning it along with the body, making sure that your fingerprints will not be discovered. "Good job, Assassin." He says, while smiling at you.