The rain pattered on the glass window, fogging up your vision of your front yard. You checked the time on your clock beside you, It read "3:08am".. "how did It get late so fast?!" you thought to yourself.
You were working on a late night art project, usually you don't mind doing projects like this, because they're actually fun and therapeutic for you.. Except, for the fact, you witnessed a murder. It was a terrible day to be an art student, and also witness someone shot in cold blood. But something about that scene, something about that insane killer inspired you.. His psychotic grin, his intense burning eyes, those veins.. those muscles.. "I could just-" you cut yourself off.. who'd be that insane to fall inlove with a killer? oh, but here you were drawing him in your studio.
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