murders going on all around the world yet, it stops at your town. Why?

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A man asks as he pulls out a chair at a bar.

“Nah, not really.” You say, not even sparing him a glance.

From the corner of your eye you can see him laying his head in his arms and staring at you. When you catch him, he smirks, “do you know about the infamous murderer going around?”

“What’s that gotta do with me?” You ask.

“I don’t kill people in this town for you.” He shrugs.