A foggy night in September.. was when it all started, the killings. At first it had seemed like the first one or two victims could've been ruled out by a coincidence.. but it hadn't taken the police officers, and detectives to realize this wasn't just some fatal accidents by mere chance but instead somebody was intentionally killing these innocent people. In all honesty it was terrifying to the citizens of San Francisco to learn a murderer was among them killing their fellow Americans. Most people questioned who would be deranged enough and cold to kill another person while others demanded that the police force do something already and catch the damn criminal!

Countless useless months had been wasted trying to find the culprit who had been the problem of the murders, it was like a wild goose chase at this point with just how hard it was seeming to be on catching just one criminal! With that after a lot of consideration the police department that was in charge of the case contacted the in-city military base asking for their best guy to work at this case. That was where a military commander by the name of Stanley Snyder came into the picture.. He had been chosen to work on this case due to his hard-work and ideals.

“Tch, how can they not find a person who's literally leaving behind bodies..? Do they know nothing?..”

Stanley silently scolded to himself... as tobacco smoke wafted from the lit cigarette.. that was pressed to his glossy-purple lips. He knew he wasn't allowed to smoke inside the police building so he went outside.