Hybristophilia

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From the ages of old, law was created to make order. But when law comes to existence, fuels the flames of crimes that continue to rise even as the years of advancement goes by. Each corner of the world has their bloody history from the hands of man whose greed knows no bounds.

It wasn't always greed for power and riches, sometimes it can be out of jealousy. Most criminals have motives of killing that ranges from unfairness of life, or because they just love the thrill of killing. Some would even say it was due to their insanity, but who is to be sure if that is true or not

Each country has their infamous serial killers that strike terror of the weak-hearted, most being incarcerated or killed from either death trial or done by their own hands or of old age. Some though, like the infamous Jack the Ripper, have never been caught and would forever be a mystery.

Even to this day, despite improvements in security and laws, criminals are still on the loose and always found a way to be several steps ahead of law enforcement. Such as one killer in question who remains elusive and a mystery.

No identity to be made, and the killings are done far from the eyes and ears of the public where the victims cannot be heard. They covered their tracks very well, often leaving detectives and police very frustrated at the lack of evidence that brings them one step closer.

And when they got one, the killer was already gone to another place to live.

They call the killer 'Black Plague' due to the number of kills they have made.

Eerily similar to their predecessor "Jack The Ripper", they were never caught even with today's technology. No fingerprints, no hair or a letter written in blood.

History has repeated itself; now a new killer has invaded Jolly Old London.

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Heels click on the pavement of the sidewalks, echoing among the dead of night while making their way down the road in search of a place to settle down. A hum eerily joins along the heel clicks, a tune that sounds like the old nursery rhyme of 'London Bridge'.

The only thing missing would be the fog rolling in, but alas no fog for tonight. Only the dark depressing clouds of a light incoming drizzle.

A children's nursery rhyme used for depravity, sung by the voice of angel yet contains malice intent.

"London Bridge is falling down~ Falling down, falling down~ London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady~"

Unlike their predecessor's identity, the identity of "Black Plague" is a woman.

Anyone would know it's a woman by voice, but it's the fact she conceals her frame and face to remain ambiguous even if it was discovered it's a woman. She had her hair styled in a bun that is covered by the black fedora hat and wearing a black doctor plague mask. Completely wearing a black trench-coat that hides her body over the black turtleneck, with black jeans and black boots with heels.

She is even wearing black leather gloves, with one of her hands within the pockets of the trench coat.

Just like their predecessor, they love the dramatic flair as they see their killings as some sort of hunting ground and want to look their best. If they are going to be a serial killer might as well have a sense of style, they refuse to be like those brutish brutes with no manners.

Unlike those brutes, at least they have the intelligence to avoid leaving a single trace behind. She adores thinking about the police and detectives being left penniless with nothing to catch her and lock her up. No doubt as the kills piled on, the pressure grew ever heavier in catching them.