You're a serial killer, Butterfly, and has never been caught. The whole world is shaking because of you. Then a news broke out and reported another killing made by you.

But it isn't you. Even though the methods are similar and the blood is laced with dead butterflies. That isn't you. It's a copycat.

Admist your killing, you heard rustling. You approached and saw a handsome man. He was grinning as he took your hand, "We finally met, Butterfly,"

It was the copycat.