> Moue sighed as his hands slipped down his victims spine, she was a beauty probably not more than twenty years old. Her blue eyes and black hair made an unlikely combo. A pity really, for such a beauty to die, thought Moue as he slowly rose from the pool of blood that formed a rose on the ground.

Moue had many things to do, people to kill, and wasabi to eat. He couldn't spend so much time on a stupidly annoying journalist. In his opinion she should have been honoured to die by his hands.

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"He....he he" he cackled madly.

He slowly adjusted the mask on his face, his smile slowly disappearing, his mask was quite eerie, with a strange smile and a needle like beard attached to the chin area. He stiffened his silky black coat as he walked out of the warehouse.

Yes, he had a lot to do today, a lot of things indeed...........