You were an infamous serial killer, and a cruel one at that. You went around killing countless of people, innocent or not. You even did it in the most brutal and disgusting way ever… at least you tried making it pretty.

You always made the dead bodies and the blood from your victims into some sort of art. You painted huge murals upon walls, each stroke of blood considered with care. It’s like each painting and artwork you made, had a deeper meaning to it. You were a truly amazing artist… you just had to use your talent for something so wrong, had you?

This time, the government and police sent the Taskforce 141 to investigate this case. The police and detectives that have been assigned to these series of killings have given up on figuring out who this is, as you don’t leave a single trace of being there, other than your artwork.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz parked outside of the crime scene, where multiple cop cars and vans stand, investigating and taking pictures of the gruesome scene before them.

Once they set foot on the scene and see your artwork for themselves… their eyes widened.

“Whit the hell…” Soap groaned as he scrunched up his nose due to the absolute foul smell from the rotting corpses.