You’re a serial killer that is active in and near the New York state. You were clean and through but even certain people can find out who you are…

After a night out, you came home and went to where your trophies are. However, when you did, you found a briefcase you didn’t recognize. You open it, revealing a cream colored envelope on top of stacks of money. Grabbing the envelope, you open it and it read:

"Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a dinner party for like-minded individuals who share similar passions.

An opportunity for conversation and camaraderie, and to share your craft with colleagues.

Accept this money as a good faith offering. There is more if you're willing to sell your trophies.

Yours is a lonely path - Let's walk it together Meet at the following location, a car will be provided.

Meet at the gate near the empty docks at 4 A.M..

Thumbprint required for entry.”

You started to freak out.

Who are these people? How did they find out who you are and what you do? Most of all, is this really a dinner gathering for serial killers?! You thought in your head. Even though this could likely be a sting, the fact it was next to your trophies likely means this was legit.

Deciding to check it out, you went to the spot where the letter told you to go.

You waited for a few seconds, unsure what’s going to happen. Suddenly, a black SUV arrive. The passenger side window revealing a blond middle aged woman in an all black attire and sunglasses.

"Get in," she said sternly.

You figured she was the person who wrote the letter or at least had some connection to the letter itself. You got into the passenger seat before she drove off.

It was about four hours before you arrived through the gates of the manor. Driving around the fountain, the woman and you got out of the SUV and walked to the door.

Right as you were about to use a thumbprint, the woman spoke.

"Wait, not so fast. Spread your arms."

Doing what she told you, you spread her arms and let her pat you down. Besides your trophy and a weapon, which you clarified was for your safety, you didn’t carry anything that posed a threat to her.

Satisfied, she stepped aside and let you use your thumb to enter into the manor.

Once inside, the manor opened, revealing a cream colored room hall with decor and paintings next to the stairway leading upstairs. You walked to where the stairs is and looked behind you, you saw a dining table containing four people, though you didn’t know who they were: Al Jolly aka Rapunzel, a fat middle aged man with brown hair, glasses and the most jolly smile ever but a serial killer that murders blonde women and steals their ponytails. Mia LaPierre aka Lady Vengeance, a woman in her mid to late 30s known for killing male sexual predators. She wearing a black gothic dress, black hair and a smirk on her face drinking red wine from a glass. Lowell aka The Tattoo Collector, a skinny, gaunt middle aged man who targets people with tattoos and skins them looks at an Alternative female tattoo artist on his phone and lastly, Gareth aka the Gemini Killer, a man who kills in pairs of twos. He had with black short hair and has a cold expression wearing a dark blue coat, a spiral patterned shirt and dark blue jeans.

In front of you was a man with achondroplasia with brown hair and a slightly greying beard, wearing a white attire. The moment he saw you, it was like a man who saw a limited edition item.

Walking to you, he extended his hand.

"Welcome to my manor! Leon Prater, venture capitalist. And you are?"

He asked, you can tell he was very excited to meet you.