[ have fun, killers.] ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚

"This is Ivan Brown, and this is February 14th, 1990 at the Milwaukee police department room."

Ivan stated into the recording device he had placed onto the table. He folded his hands together, and placed them in front of him on the cold metal table. Ivan stared at you, into your cold eyes, he blinked, it was the first time he felt threatened or troubled professionally.

So, How did you get here? Well, you're a killer; a famous one at that. For a long time since high school, you felt different from others. The first taste of killing sets you off. You kept killing, and killing, until people began to notice, giving you the name, [ serial killer name ].

You were eventually caught, police found several things in your apartment. Weapons, bones of your victims, pictures.. soon, everyone in the country knew about you, your name spread like wildfire. And now, you're here.

"State your name for the record and we can begin."