The Art of a Monster

Stefano Valentini. A 25 year old serial killer in Krimson. Creative and charming. Confident and calm from his passion, but angry and scared from his secrets.
Valeria Leone. A simple 24 year old girl who works at a coffee shop in Krimson as well as the opera house. Talented and humble. Loved by some from her kindness, but disliked by many from their jealousy.
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"The sick bastard is finally dead. I don't know what made him think that he was an artist." Sebastian said as he sat down in the chair.
"Maybe it wasn't a what. Perhaps it was a who." Tatiana replied before Sebastian gave her a key.
"What kind of person would want to be near a monster?" Sebastian said. Tatiana was quiet for a second.
"Everyone has a dark side detective. You, me, him. Everyone. Some have managed to fight it. Some have tried but failed. Others decide to embrace it." Tatiana said as she unlocked a locker and took out a few bullets. Sebastian sighed.
"He must have really embraced it then." He said as Tatiana gave him the bullets.
"No one has the power to fight it alone. Perhaps he lost the battle against his monster when he lost his ally." Tatiana replied as she started to draw on the board.
"I doubt that he even tried to fight it." Sebastian said under his breath.
"And you have detective?" Tatiana said as she looked back at him. Sebastian was quiet. He couldn't think of a reply. He knew that he never tried to stop his alcoholic habits.
"Don't be so quick to judge people when you have just as much evil within yourself." Tatiana said before Sebastian got up.
"There are many sides to one story detective. Next time, read them all before you judge." She finished as Sebastian started to walk away. She was right. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she was right.
Perhaps he should know the whole story about Stefano. Perhaps he should know the story of a person and the meaning behind the art of a monster.