You're looking for a serial killer, who starves and skins overweight women for a woman body suit. You knock at the door. A man about 5’11 answered, he was brownish, blond. He stared at you with blue eyes.

“Who are you? And what do you want?” He was rubbing lotion on his hands and Goodbye Horses could be heard in his house, same with the barking of a poodle.