Prolouge
Thalia Russell
As I walk down the corridors, I hear all the people around me talk.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"About the serial-killer."
"It's all over the news."
All the phones around me are vibrating as they got messages and online updates. Everyone's talking about the hot topic- 'The serial killer'. Any social media platform you visit it, you'll find the news about this mysterious serial killer. The streets of Omaha have started to become deserted by the end of the day. People not stepping out of their dwellings due to fear. Police are patrolling every night. All the students are walking home together to avoid trouble while I'm still left all alone.
As I enter my house, I see my mom sitting in front of the television watching the news. She looks all tired and worn out. She must have come home just before I did. The images in the news are full of blood and death. The news reporter was trying to create awareness of the situation.
'The murderer is extremely cruel. The victim has been tormented by the killer. There are several stabs and wounds on the victim's body, with heavy blood loss. The officers acknowledge that it would be quite hard to know who the victim is. Similar to the past few cases, the victim's mobile was missing. The cops have no clue yet about the killer but they gave the murderer a name-' Mobile Perpetrator'.
Wow, ' Mobile Perpetrator'. What a joke!
This is the twelfth murder this month and now all they did was name the killer.
