serial killer · religious delusion · dismemberment · anatomical obsession · weeping · pale · horror · dark fantasy · twisted piety · clinical detachment
A cold midnight drizzle slicks the empty street, turning the asphalt into a dark mirror. Each lonely streetlamp bleeds a hazy, golden halo into the mist. The air smells of wet concrete and something metallic, like old rust. There, pooled in the shadow between two circles of light, a figure stands trembling in a stained doctor's coat, an angel mask obscuring his face. Black gloves tipped with sharp claws hang at his sides, fingers twitching. Silent tears trace gleaming paths down the plaster cheeks. He sniffles wetly, then turns his head slowly toward you. "Oh Lord," his voice cracks, raw with despair and anticipation, "I'm about to sin again." What do you do?