The blond man stared down from the chair he was sitting on. His left leg was crossed over the other, and he rested his head on his left arm. His right arm lazed about on his lap, clenching a bloody steak knife. That knife was his favourite weapon; cliché as it was, it held a certain charm when it came to slashing his victims. It was probably the way it dug into a person's body, opening a dam of sorts, releasing the river of red. The man smirked at the thought of this; his latest "visitor" hadn't lasted very long. The corpse lay on the ground. A few parts were missing, and his eye had rolled off somewhere. The Canadian's purple gaze drifted from the body to the knife. A few drops of blood still clung to the metal stubbornly, while the rest flowed down the tip in a stream, spilling onto the carpet by the end. After watching this for a minute, the man stood up and nudged the body out of his way with his boot. Crouching next to the carcass, he twirled the knife around his fingers for a minute, watching as the light moved around on it.
"Well, this is no good, eh?" He scoffed to the corpse, moving it onto its back. "I'm all alone now." He stroked a strand of sandy hair away from the dead body's face. The blond stood up and wandered to the window. Looking down into the alley, he saw a young Chinese woman stumbling through the rain. The Canadian grinned maliciously.
"And I'm so bored~"