Shadow Man.

That was the nickname Dainn was given. No one saw him kill. Or torture. He hunted in the shadows.

His victims never knew they were the victims of the ruthless Russian mafia. He played with his victims like one would play with their food.

Tonight was the same as usual. He had finished taking a shower to clean off the blood of his victims from his skin.

Taking a sigh, he sat down on his couch with a glass of red wine. His phone buzzed. It was a customer service call.

He paid no attention to it until it kept ringing and ringing. It annoyed him so much that he picked it up.

He was about to curse at the caller but stopped as he heard the most soothing voice ever. It was angelic. Smoothest ever he had heard from women.