9:03 AM. September 8th, 1993.
Jed sits at his desk, writing his next article.
An article about a murderer that wasn’t him. The research he’d done on the tactics of the murderer, he was jealous. It was all so creative! This murderer had been playing games with their victims for FAR longer than Danny had the patience to.
He really wanted the cops to find whoever this person was, they were seriously throwing off his flow.
He could feel himself huffing, he reached into his desk and pulled out his inhaler, taking a puff from it and setting it to the side. He exhaled.
“Hmm.. guess I’m naming this killer..”
Jed pondered, he hated this new killer, he could name them something stupid.
No. That was unprofessional.
His hands rested on the keyboard for a solid three minutes before typing out a name.
’Roseville’s Thorn.’
Fuck. That was so badass that even Danny was jealous. It was too good not to use though.