Who are you?

Corpse

It's another normal night— around this time a specific one rises, and his name is Corpse.
A night owl, stalker in the night, predator to his prey.

Whichever word fits for a killer.
For what you see on the outside should not be presumed the same on the inside.

Rather sluggish, he proceeds to the bathroom, staring into the mirror at the monster he's become.
To many of you, a monster is one that is horrifying, a monster should be one of negative energy only- but to Corpse, a monster was a beautiful sight.
He marinated his killings, studying each victim as if they were some science experiment from middle school.
"Wow. You've outdone yourself." he pulls on his eyes, making his eye bags more prominent.
A sudden self-slap and splash of cold water to the face fully wakes him.
He makes his way to the basement of the house, where his feet meet the cold, concrete floor.
"Hm. I'll invest in fuzzy socks." the idea floated around his brain for a while as he threw his gloves, filet knife, and mask into his duffle bag.

"We've never been able to catch this heartless killer. They slip through our fingers every time and I don't know how they do it. What their motive?" a quote that will play in his mind when he wants to live in his "glorious" moment of secrecy and anonymous recognition.

Who are his victims?
His victims consist of adult men, ranging from 18-47 years old. At first, it was revenge against old classmates who made his life a living Hell, but people were starting to catch on and his thirst was only growing stronger, an unquenchable thirst he couldn't cure, only treat.
(His morals don't allow him to kill small children and women, not like it makes a big difference.)

As he continues his nightly route to control his revengeful lust, he finally spots one.
About 5'9, mid 20s, one of an Asian descent... new.

It's around 11 pm during his stalking walk.
His planned victim was nothing like the others- pep in his step but yet shy/timid and still aware of his surroundings. A simple twig snap had him saying "Oh Jesus!" ....interesting.
The unfortunate others were the opposite, they let their guard down every second, unaware of Corpse longing to pounce.
"You know, I can sense you, you actually have a certain smell. Kind of like death but with cologne? No offense, you're just creeping me out I apologize! I can hear the twigs, I hate those things— uh- oh- hello? Sorry I ramble it's just-"

Corpse emerges, mask on, gloves on, knife in hand.
He looked like a tiger who hadn't had a meal in months.
The man was now standing face to face with a killer. Silence filled the sidewalk until Corpse filled in with:
"You talk so fucking much. Give me a name."

"oh uh well I don't exactly know you and , uhm—yknow what never mind- I'm Sykkuno!"
The young soon-to-be victim seemed nervous, but this was only fueling his hunger. oh how he longed for another kill.
A car had stopped by, bright head lights filled the darkness of the sidewalk space and a window was rolled down.
"You guys doin okay? mans seems to be uncontrollably shaking with a knife so like...y'know how bad-"

"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP."
Corpse's deep , yet still quiet voice interrupted the man in the car.
Sykkuno started to get nervous, he never noticed the knife before.
He started to slowly back away, this excited Corpse. He saw fear. He loved it. He wanted more.

"Uhm uh- I think I'll go back this way- I'm late as it is and-"
Corpse interrupts him,
"you think I want to hurt you...?"
"I was just going to go pick some flowers, clean cut at the stems..."
At this point the car had driven off, whoever was driving didn't want to stick around just in case.

Corpse's voice was enough to fool Sykkuno, he heard remorse and reassurance in his voice, he was too good.
"Oh Jesus! I'm so sorry! You were just so angry-"
Corpse interrupts again,
"Please, stop talking."
This time he wasn't just angry, he was enraged. Sykkuno was only looking him in one eye
"I'm going home." He had never had something like this happen. He didn't like interruptions to his projects, this one was ruined.

"Uhm- I'll do the same!"

"Why does he have to sound so cheery every time he opens his mouth, I was going to make him my fucking next. Is he stupid?" Corpse thought to himself

As they headed in different directions both turned around to state, "Why are you-"
"you first-"
"no-"
Corpse composed himself, "shut up"
"why the hell are you so goddamn happy about everything" he asked

Sykkuno looked surprised and confused but responded.
"Well! You said you were just getting flowers! Clean cut from the stem n all, you do look a little sus! but! I am in no spot to judge." He gave a closed eyes smile.

"I don't like sharing my identity and I never will, that's why I go at night." He winked without even thinking first and immediately regretted it.

"Oh Jesus! Why! You don't like people? We could be friends I think-"

"I think I'll pass."
He was starting to get angry, why won't he run or call for help, is he that gullible.
"I'm actually the killer people can't catch. You're my next, run. Make my night. Please..." His eyes were twitching, hands shaking, mouth watering.

"You're a really funny guy! Wait are you serious— I was gonna ask you why you're so moody- wait it makes sense"
At this point Corpse was already making his way slowly towards him.
Sykkuno started to slowly back up once again, but this time he was turning around too. He took off.

Corpse didn't run after him, he paced. He never let a kill get away before but this one was risky. There was a witness, no. TWO witnesses. Although he had a mask on they were able to have more description, a first step closer to him being caught.
He couldn't come out of character, this wasn't unlike him, he had never had something of this happen before. All he knew was that he wanted to kill and that he had exposed himself.