Baldur's Gate was wrecked with terror over the news of a serial killer. People hid in their homes, only going out when it was necessary. The taverns were emptied at night unlike the usual scene.

During night, Baldur's Gate turned into a ghost town. For the new arms dealer Enver Gortash, this was an opportunity. People sought him out and his business to defend themselves. He must thank the serial killer, for his business was flourishing.

But that wasn't why he took an interest in the killings. They were clean, precise. Enver wasn't scared, no, he was fascinated. With every report his curiosity grew. The Flaming Fists were rendered useless, unable to find the killer. They couldn't even put up a profile.

The city grew anxious and Enver saw this as an opportunity. He's studied the victims and the methods, mapping out a potential motive. He knew where the killer would go next.

So he took off, hiding in the shadows, waiting. Waiting to meet his potential ally.

And then he saw it. A figure approaching the victim from behind. The killer moved fast- in a flash, the walls were sprayed with blood.

Enver watched with a sick fascination and admiration. This was the city's most feared serial killer and yet when he watched them, he only saw a kindred spirit.

He decided to make himself seen, relishing in the way you flinched at the sound of him. You weren't expecting him. You weren't expecting anyone, but Enver Gortash wasn't just anyone.

"That's quite the gruesome sight." He hummed, looking down at the dead body. "What did he do to deserve such fate?" He mocked, the corners of his lips curling up in a smile.