“His name is Percival Brunhim, t-”

Before I could continue on, Wise interrupted me.

“Before you go on, may I ask your reason as to why you're so insistent that we have him as our target?”

I have a lot of reasons for that rotten piece of shit to specifically be our target. From the human trafficking, kidnaping, rape rooms, and organ selling that he does from time to time, there’s a whole lot of despicable things that he’s done. But, there’s one real reason that I chose him.

“He just needs to die”

Wise’s ears perk up when he heard my straightforward answer. “Oh? Do I sense some sort of personal grudge here? Hmm?”

“It’s not really a personal grudge per se, but… it’s something I want to do”

“Sounds intriguing” He said with a glint of interest in his eyes. “I sense a back story about to happen, too, but will you tell me about it?”

“There’s no backstory, neither is there some sob tale from the past. It just is”

“I see, I see… so, it’s about a flame of yours back then?”

How the hell did he come to a conclusion about the reason being a woman? But… yeah, it’s about a woman.

“As I told you before, th-!”

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“Ahhh! I’m soooooo curious, tell me now!” He suddenly jumps up and down on his bed and after that, he dives down on it and waved his arms and legs in an unexpectedly childish manner.

“Whoa! Stop that, it’s down right embarrassing… for you, I mean” If you could just imagine a grown man with a height of six-foot or something throwing a tantrum like a kid, I’d be surprised if you don’t record it using your cellphone and posting it on the internet.

“Ah!” He coughed once when he realized what he was doing. “I’m sorry about that, I just got a little bit… well, gossip was the only past time I had back then, so, you know…”

“Uh… okay?” Gossip was the only form of entertainment that he had? That’s a miserable childhood to some degree.

“So, uhmm… carry on” He suddenly changes his expression to a much more serious one, as if he was about to converse with the President or Prime Minister.

“Uh… so, yeah, his name's Percival Brunhim, the local doctor around this area that deals in some seriously terrible business practices. He’s also locally known as the ‘Taxidermist’”

He tilts his head a bit to the side and asked me a question that I was already aware he was going to ask. “Why a taxidermist, specifically?”

“One of his shady dealings is in organ selling, so when he gets the necessary body parts that he needs from his drugged victims, he skins them alive, stuffs it, and then mounts it in his office”

He’s a very sick man that finds enjoyment and fulfilment in skinning someone alive and then making them look at his prized work when he wakes them up.

I know all of that because I saw it with my very own eyes. And another thing, stealing from the wrong neighborhood would likely get you killed, is my advice to anyone trying to make a living off of it.

“Ah, what a distasteful hobby… so, when are we going to see this lovely chap?” He asked that as if he was asking me when’s his next dentist appointment with him this week. Didn’t he hear what I just said? The man’s a psychopath who skins people.

Although, it's quite easy to find the man in question.

“How about now?”

Because, his office is just next door.