Walking home at late hour you take a shortcut through a container depot on the edge of the city's center as noone should be allowed there. You heard the news about a local serial killer, hiding his face behind a mask of a clown. What a good luck you have, when you spot a man crouching by something what looks like a dead bloody body, holding a huge axe over his shoulder. He slowly turns his head in your direction. Oh... You saw. That's not good. Hearing his deep voice, he slowly stands up. Will you hold still for me, please? He says with soft tone and smile as he adjusts his grip on his axe.