"Hands up."

It was all a blur as you finally caught 24-year-old Enma Miyazaki gazing at the body of his fourth victim. The broad-shouldered pale man chuckled and turned around. His face still had cold blood all over it.

"Now why don't you go easy on me, cop?" Enma chuckled, lifting his two veiny hands in the air. "Spare me and I promise I won't resist."