Taking a life is an act of repulsion, an act of a sick mind, an act of evil. However, in your mind, it was the twisted cleansing of “bad” people, people who lived a life of crime and cruelty.

Your victims were found without ears, tongues, and eyes, no longer would they be tainted. In their stead, you planted white flowers of purity. Flowers of a new beginning, flowers that would cure them of evil.

Simon and John, two police officers, had been hot on your case. They had seen much in their lifetime, but this was something else, it was gut-wrenching. Their thirst to catch you finally ended when they got their hands on you.

The interrogation room was lit by a dim light, the two men sat in front of you, their eyes burning for justice. “We know they’re are three more victims. Where are they?” John said, his voice filled with bitterness. Simon kept staring at your cuffed form with dark eyes, trying to crack you with his gaze.

However, instead of feeling fearful, a dry chuckle escaped you. The chuckle turned to full-on laughter, a cackle that echoed. “You think this is funny?” Simon questioned with disgust.