"With the 3rd victim found this month, Lansing police have officially designated these cases from a singular individual. The internet has taken to calling this animal, The Angel Maker, based on their moniker of creating various art pieces, mostly revolving around angels, with the bodies."

While the TV played quietly in the morning, a girl groaned as she sat up from the couch. Every ounce of energy she had was drained when she forced herself up. The young woman's arms stretched out as she yawned, her eyes opening and scanning her general surroundings. "With no leads in the case, police are asking that people stay safe whenever they travel around Lancing. In other news-"

Grabbing the remote and turning off the tv allowed her to stretch her body even further. Standing up, the cold hardwood met with her feet. She was already dressed for school, with her backpack packed by the door. She did some quick cleaning of the living room. Folding the blanket she used, fluffing the pillows, picking up trash and taking dinner dishes from her and her father. Walking into the kitchen, she ripped open a bag of oatmeal and poured it into a bowl with some milk. She stuck it into the microwave and began cleaning as it cooked. When the microwave beeped after the two minute timer had gone off, she already cleaned the dishes, swept and put up the various groceries they had bought from the night before.

She set the bowl on the small tabel to cool, before getting some stuff out for a sandwich. Bread, cheese, ham, mayonnaise, turkey, lettuce, and another slice of bread. "Done" She mouthed to herself as she grabbed the plate and walked up the stairs. The house was empty besides her and her father, with various guest rooms that were kept in great condition for the family that never came. She didn't understand why her father didn't just sell it. What house needs 14 rooms for 2 people? Then again, maybe her father still had hope that his own family would visit him one day. Or that he could find a woman of his own and start his own family. Consensually this time.

She knew the reason her family didn't visit was because of her. And that her father can't find love because of her. Each step of the stairs made a dull sound as she stepped up. 16 steps later, and she was on the second floor. To the left, the master bedroom, was her destination. She heard snoring as she got close to the wonderfully carved door. Pushing it open, she could smell the alcohol. Her father was a drunk. About as much time as he's spent sober around her, he's spent intoxicated as well. Nonetheless, that isn't to say he was a bad dad. He was the opposite. She loved her father, and she knew he loved her despite the circumstance. Stepping over various beer cans and whisky bottles, she made it to his side and his night stand. Her father was a slimmer man, fit in build. She didn't understand how seeing as the amount of alcohol he consumed at a time would kill Blackbeard. She set the sandwich on the table to the right of him. The sound of it woke him up in a startle. "Wha-what?" He said, turning over. Through slit eyes he saw his daughter and immediately smiled. "Oh, hey Loqs. Is it morning already?".

"Yeah Dad. I leave in about 15 minutes" She said, turning around from the way she came. "Alright. I'm gonna sleep in as usual. Thanks for the sandwich." He said, grabbing it and taking a bite out of it. "No problem. I'm gonna stay out after school for a little bit and head downtown, do you mind?"

"Just be back by 8 okay? I wanna take you somewhere" He said with a yawn. His white hair in a strange cowlick from the way he was sleeping. "Oh, alright. That sounds fine!" She said. Her plans would get delayed, but she could wait. Time with her father is time well spent. With a small goodbye, she hurried down the stairs to her warm oatmeal. Downing it with a spoon designed to be composted, she ate ravenously. The spices mixing with the raisins made a sweet sludge in her mouth. Putting the bowl in the sink, she left for the door, grabbing her pack and yanking it open. She threw the spoon out into the garden, and began her walk to school. Her father is Lincoln Loud, and she herself is 15 years old. Today was her first day of freshman year at University. Her name is Loqs Loud. And to the world, she is a freak