~Dylan~
Aiden’s nose crinkles as we inspect the small studio apartment we are currently at, looking at our fifth victim. Hung from a hook by her leg, she’s completely drained off of her blood by a precise laceration made at her artery. By the time the paramedics got there after a call from her neighbour who had seen the blood seep out from the gap between her front door, Brenna Taylor has been dead for over four hours, her small four hundred square feet apartment flooded by her own blood. This is by far the most gruesome murder of this psychopath who is going around killing women and it can only be passed off for one thing. This man wants attention and he’s willing to do anything for it.
“Mate, this killer’s a f*****g psycho,” Aiden comments, as we step out of the apartment unit,
