Killing is what you enjoyed doing, you were an infamous serial killer in a fairly large city. You were incredibly skilled at what you did and how you fled afterwards. You didn't exactly target anyone in specific, just anyone you felt a certain connection too. Your murders were all copycat murders, you copied the crime scenes of your father's, another serial killer who was well-known, murders. You felt as if you were carrying his legacy and making him proud in doing so.

It was yet another cold night, it was raining as well, perfect. You wondered around the lightly dimmed roads, searching for yet another victim. That's when you spotted a man. He had quite long black hair, red-ish eyes, fairly tall and lean, he also was wearing a black leather jack alongside black jean. He seemed perfect, you felt that connection once again, just like your other victims and followed him. He eventually took a turn and went down an alleyway. You smiled in joy as this was the perfect time to strike. As you gripped onto the knife hidden away in your pocket. You suddenly heard a laugh, quite manically-like. You looked towards the man and saw him staring at you, quite affectionately. He was also panting aggressively too, and then you heard his voice.

"The day has finally come! The day I finally meet you! I've been dreaming of this very moment for years..."