Death Roses

He is crazy, a creep, phycopath. The only thing that amuses him is RED .
Not anything usual in red but blood. He's thirsty for more.

they managed to capture him but hearing his doings from his own mouth is sickening. He doesn't deserve to life but can they stop him? Even if he's there, all chained up , far away from any possible sign of life, there's still calm in his tone. All composed like everything is under the palm of his hands.

Story of a phycopath who leaves a single red rose after killing his every target.