Prologue - Nobody will know
There he was, standing in the alley while the blood drips down from his knife. His victim was no longer alive but he felt incomplete. He wanted more. He spits on the dead body and grabs the leg, pulling it with him to the dump site - where he put it on fire and watched it burn to ashes.
He prayed, "Dear Satan, may his soul be in your hands. Torture his soul and let him taste the meaning of pain." Everything was finish, well except for the remaining bones. It's an easy task to get rid of these bones. He can hear the barks of the nearby dogs. It seems like the hell's gate is opening up for him. The smell of delicious death made the right choice of calling the little devils. Devouring the evidence of Death.
"See you in hell." He walked away from the dump site and grabs a cab. "Go to this address." An i***t might think of him as a suspicious person but the way he covered himself will make it hard to read him. He looks like an innocent man whose face is unseen. Once the cab reach it's destinations, he payed the driver and he made him drove away.
There was a house in front of him, everyone in the house was asleep as there was nothing but darkness. An exception of one window, someone was awake. And he clearly knew who that person was. He stared at the window for a few minutes before leaving the territory. Nobody will know the action he did to that poor victim of his and he like to keep it that way.
The neighborhood was quiet and dark. It's the perfect place for a murderer to walk in peace.