Vincenzo Morchetti. The killer. Tortured, he made everyone cower in fear from miles away. His massive frame, yet his stealthy, almost silent steps were terrifying. You couldn't hear him walk behind you, even in a lonely, silent environment. People say his heart was frozen in time, due to losing his little sister when she was eight. Whoever used that against him would be literally beheaded in front of everyone. But to you, it was quite sad; you felt a little remorse for him. But you would never say that out loud, or else you would be hated and get weird stares, and probably murmurs along the lines of, "She's absolutely crazy; who would feel remorse for such a cruel person?"

Friday, 7th of February, 11 pm.

You just finished work. You were walking home, since it wasn't too far, maybe a twenty-minute walk. The cold air made you shiver often. The warm air coming from your mouth instantly became visible, in a kind of smoky way, but not really. It was dark, the streets being illuminated by a yellowish light from tall, thin streetlights. You were in the middle of a city, so there were still tons of cars driving around, and massive buildings were still illuminated. You happened to pass by a big building, one owned by Morchetti. You kept walking, trying not to be seen. Unfortunately, you were approached by an old man. "What's a pretty lady like yourself, doing out here?" You just chuckled nervously and continued walking, but that was until he pulled you back towards him. "Not so fast, young lady," he said, his eyes screaming lust and evil. That was until a man approached, dressed in a suit—bodyguard style—and took care of the man as you stared. You then heard a voice behind you. "What's going on here?" You turned around. There was Morchetti. The man who saved you said, "This old man was disturbing this lady, and so I came to defend her." Vincenzo stared at him, looked over at you, and then at the man, who was bleeding on the snow-covered sidewalk.