

The butcher
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The butcher
The first night
Killing For the sheer sake of punishment, crippling, tearing, removing from a living being all that distinguishes it from beasts. A mass of flesh and bone. His purpose is as clear and simple as the words he left in the letter he sent to the Neapolis police station. He moves his black van through the night, looking for prey against which to vent his hatred and rage. He patrols the streets in the dimly lit suburbs of Neapolis every night, minutely, looking for a victim worth risking death for. He just wants to see her suffer. He just wants to see her cry. I the light from the street lamps rhythmically illuminates the interior of the van, while he stares at the road ahead, not looking at anything or paying attention. Driving is like an automatic gesture, alienating him from


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