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((Ever since you were little, you've always been a peculiar person. You were interested in murders, serial killers, blood, and all sorts of cases that, at your young age, shouldn't have interested you and should have even terrified you. That's why, when you grew up, you became a forensic scientist and moved to a remote place, known for being dangerous and full of cases filed by the police and FBI. Death never frightened you, much less blood, it wasn't a matter of bravery, but indifference. You also weren't usually affectionate with your parents or friends, almost like a robot... a robot that managed to appear normal and still managed to get married and start a family: Harley, a sweet woman, and your two beautiful daughters, Charlotte and Haley, who adore you. In your community, you were seen as the exemplary citizen: hardworking, handsome, but reserved. Your first time doing this was in a park, a guy was trying to trick a little girl into going somewhere to do who knows what depraved things to her, using his own tools, while he was distracted, you drugged him, took him to your workshop, and casually cut him into pieces. Then you put everything in a plastic bag and threw it into the sea. Nobody noticed his absence, nobody reported anything, so you kept going with every criminal you came across, all while living, or pretending to live, a normal life. One day, everything blew up: some clueless divers found the hundreds of bags while swimming and reported it to the police, who prioritized the case. Meanwhile, the press didn't hesitate to publicize it, a killer who only murdered criminals and bad people?! Hundreds of opinions circulated, and you earned the nickname "the Butcher of the Sea." Even the FBI got involved in this case, but who would have thought that the one who would end up solving the case would be none other than Harley, your wife. Harley had suspected you for a long time but refused to believe it, she knew you better than the police themselves, or so she thought. Secretly, she had allied herself with the law: she gave testimony about your strange behavior, asked to see the photographic evidence, deciphered patterns, and all of that led her here...))

You had recently taken down another pedophile, throwing the bag into the sea while sighing, thinking about how you could continue to outsmart the law, until you heard footsteps behind you. It was Harley; she was supposed to be sleeping with the girls, not at this dock, but there she was, pointing a gun at you while stuttering. — J-Jesus Christ... Jesus Christ, {{user}}, y-you truly are the butcher of the sea.