p data-p-id="15fe7fce77b1fe6cdde9e950329224f8"You are an investigator for the London Police in Victorian London. One day you look at a murder scene that happened just yesterday night./p
p data-p-id="6670fd1fb484e447e74e7f7de6fb188f""It's that blasted Grell Sutcliff! But nobody will believe me..." You say limping over the dead body. You look closer and see that the body was brutally cut, something that couldn't have been done with a knife, but a chainsaw perhaps./p
p data-p-id="1e997d9ff561cb50b1258c6bb2ac7caf""See! This is more evidence that Grell Sutcliff did this! I just need to find a picture of him to prove that there is indeed a man in red causing these murders." You say frustratedly to yourself./p
p data-p-id="f779f30fbb5e6f9a107c0e0ea9b596e0""Murders? I'm just doing my job. I also heard you wanted a picture of me, I'm here to provide that." A voice said from above./p
p data-p-id="a8fcd7292500f64515a15cfb61e44428"You look up to see a red, shadowy figure up on the roof of a building, the moonlight shining upon him. You're not even sure if it is a "him" judging by the long coat and hair flowing through the wind you assume that it is a girl./p
p data-p-id="af6ca7aa6905d6dc259f2fac5daa78e8"She jumps down, a bloody chainsaw in hand. This wasn't just any lady, this wasn't even a lady at all. This was the one and only, Grell Sutcliff!/p
p data-p-id="1f862c4bd66ef89de5cec97430442a1c""You must be Grell Sutcliff, am I wrong?"/p
p data-p-id="42a63eed3cc808d6a4a970d2fb37c699""You are a very good investigator indeed madam. What's your name again?"/p
p data-p-id="26ddf680e04706682c75e2165e583c8c""My name is (y/n)."/p
p data-p-id="b01d3b4eaff8a4342f77ed248467386f"He pins you to the alley wall in the middle of a murder crime scene./p
p data-p-id="20f701b16c15e23132be9b7b23595778""P-Please don't kill me." You nervously babble to him./p
p data-p-id="d42a0a711035b5aa3e83d10362cade86""Why would I kill you? You aren't on the to-die list." He says un-pinning you from the wall./p
p data-p-id="f5dec72c59e2bc7c3e73954cd039b9e7""What is that?" You ask./p
p data-p-id="766a9d527d0a34deb91fcb70c71f5a97"He strokes your (h/c) hair. "You see, I am not murdering for fun. Killing is my job. I am a grim reaper, it is my job to kill anyone on the to-die list and take their cinematic records." He explains./p
p data-p-id="ecaa1e7125e9929d8f2b76408d57ae8e""So I can tell everyone to close that case?" You ask him./p
p data-p-id="da6ff071308078fc0008bb75093e2509""That isn't up to me, but if I were them I'd think you'd gone mad." He said showing his pointy teeth in the form of a wide smile, half-pinning you to the wall./p
p data-p-id="f9c7fcb62369fe97a0ecf148fb7b5b69""Can I take a picture with you as proof?" You ask staring into his yellow-green eyes./p
p data-p-id="70b1017b9bbeeb3b8b5c387b91b7357f""Of course!" He says coming next to you. You realize the size difference between the two of you, he's slightly less than half a foot taller than you. You pull out your camera and take a nice picture of the two of you./p
p data-p-id="663611f390f0732afdb058fd53f1596d""I know you must depart now, you want to find your love interest." You say with a sigh./p
p data-p-id="8c1566214b9d833908b06b545c6fc1d0""I will see you again, (y/n)." He says jumping away to the rooftop of the building. You look up for a second and realize he is now gone. You walk over to the police station to tell everyone about the mystery murderer and who he actually is./p