Prolouge
The heavy rain continued to pound on the roof of 1313 of Black Raven Avenue, despite the horrible sin being committed underneath it. The owner of the Victorian house had been drugged and was tied to her bedpost. The canopy bed lit up once as lightning tore across the sky. Another occupant, a less welcome one, slowly approached her. Their lips curled up as another flash made the room white one second and dark the next. Lomina Ingrend, the bound one, continued to be oblivious to the act.
This was the intruder's second murder in the past month. They always cackled when newspapers flashed their nickname across their front pages. There was "the Slasher", "Maimer", and one even nicknamed them "Lunacy" because of how the first victim was killed.
Once more, lightning flashed across the room as the murderer strangled the English women. As Lomina began to cough up blood, they simply reached into their black trench coat and pulled out a six inch steel blade. With one swipe, her neck was split open and another was initialed at her chest. A stab, a slash, and finally a symbol. Her blood was splashed into the walls and the murderer fled the scene.