Oscuro

1: Pilot

It was a cold evening, an elderly man was sat in his living room, watching the news, a blanket wrapped around him and enjoying a cup of hot chocolate.

A glimpse of a blue light, coming from his backyard, caught his eye. He got out of his chair, to take a closer look at source of the light.

He spotted a masked man, standing outside, staring at him. The mask was black, with blue LED lights over it.

The man quickly reached for his phone and dialed 911, when he looked back up, the masked man was closer. He gasped and dropped his phone, there were no footprints in the snow.

The man trembled in fear as realisation hit him. The image in front of him of the masked man, it was a reflection.

A shiver went over the man's spine as he felt a knife being pressed against his throat.

He begged for the masked man to let him go, but it was no use.

The knife dug into the skin of the left side of his neck slowly, blood started running over his neck, staining his clothing.

With small and slow movements, the knife moved to the left, cutting into his skin.

The man screamed as he felt an agonizing pain, blood gushing out of the deep cut on his neck.

The knife was removed from his neck and carved something in his chest.

The man dropped to the floor, his hand moved to the open wound, trying to slow down the breathing as he was in an unimaginable pain.

The masked man made his way outside to the backyard and to the deep forest.

The sound of sirens were heard in the background as the police and paramedics barged  inside the home.

The police inspected the house as the paramedics rushed to the man's side.

The man's body went limp as he drew his last breath, the paramedic checked his pulse and shook his head, looking at the other paramedics.

He took a look at his watch. "Time of death, 11:57 pm."

The police returned to the living room, they hadn't found anything. The police and paramedics looked at each other, they knew there was a new killer on the loose.

Quinn Guthrie, a forensic analyst, arrived at the police station she worked at, in Lakeville, Minnesota. She overheard her colleagues speaking of a new killer being on the loose.

She was greeted by her best friend, Skylar Evans, a detective chosen to work on the case.

Skylar informed Quinn on the case, the victim's body was waiting for her in the morgue, to be examined.

Quinn made her way to the morgue, putting on her lab coat and goggles, along with protective gloves.

She looked at the body, the man seemed to be around his 70's, she noticed the word Oscuro carved into the man's chest. She did a routine examination and wrote a report, making her way back to Skylar to turn in the report.

Skylar looked through the report. "So what do you think about this? What does Oscuro mean?"

"I think that might be what he.... Or she, calls him or herself." Quinn told the detective and shook her head. "I honestly have no idea. There was no struggle, I think the killer took him by surprise, he didn't get a chance to fight back."

"Officer Jones told me the man was still alive when they got there, died as soon as the paramedic got to him. Must have been a horrible way to die. We identified the victim, Alfred Johnson, he has isolated himself since his wife died last year. His family barely heard of him." Skylar told Quinn.