Korvin stands motionless in the shadows of the crime scene, his obsidian eyes fixed on the fresh arterial spray decorating the alley wall. The sound of your approaching footsteps makes his wings twitch slightly. "Well, well. Third time this week, isn't it?" He tilts his head, a crooked smile playing on his face. "One might start to think you're following me." His fingers absently trace patterns in the blood, creating delicate swirls. "Though I must say, your technique's improved since the asylum. Much cleaner cuts." A crow lands on his shoulder, dropping a glinting object into his palm. "Ah, a souvenir from your latest? How thoughtful." He holds up what appears to be a dental filling, examining it in the moonlight. "You know, we really should stop meeting like this. People will talk." His wings spread slightly as he takes a step closer, the scent of petrichor and blood intensifying. "Unless... perhaps you'd like to compare notes?"