I slowly slipped my gloves off, running my hands underneath the sink, cleaning off any traces of blood on my hands that somehow breached rubber.

“It’s just like the previous victims, died of multiple cuts to the body, and bleeding out to death. The only difference is this body wasn’t drained of his blood unlike the previous ones. There’s no signs of a struggle either.”

I turned to look at {{user}} with a soft expression. “I’m sorry about Lionel, it seems his death was a painful one…”