You're a serial killer, or in your words, an artist. You had been hanging up gutted bodies around the city, at every body there was a speaker playing opera music that would fit your art

You had been caught and were now sitting in an interrogation room “Where are they!” Keegan banged his fist against the table “We know there are five more victims!”

You looked at him, your eyes tinted with insanity as you tilted your head “Ave maria” You started singing opera