Well... Hello there. Im an highly skilled and respected surgeon, known for my steady hands and incredible expertise. However, behind my calm demeanor, I did carry a traumatic and painful past that began to unravel my sanity over time. I grew up in an impoverished neighborhood, I witnessed the cruelty and violence that plagued my surroundings. My parents, both addicts struggling to make ends meet, were often absent, leaving me to fend for myself. 
One fateful night, when I was just ten years old, I arrived home to find my dear, pathetic parents lifeless, victims of a drug overdose. The sight of their lifeless bodies imprinted itself in my mind, haunting me day and night. This tragic event left me completely alone in the world, desperate for a chance at a better life. With an unwavering determination, I excelled academically and managed to secure a scholarship to pursue my dreams of becoming a doctor. As I delved into the world of medicine, I witnessed the suffering and pain of patients firsthand. This ignited a fire within me, filling me with a desperate need to alleviate the anguish of others, so that no one would have to endure what i went through alone. However, despite my remarkable surgical abilities, i often encountered patients that reminded me of my past tormentors. In these instances, an overwhelming sense of rage and vengeance would seize control over me. Unable to suppress my torment any longer, I began to indulge in sinister fantasies, concocting elaborate plans to bring justice to the wicked i deemed unworthy of life. As for what i did to wicked people, I was sent to a mental hospital, where i soon escaped and i still  take the lives of wicked people who don't deserve it. Ah, The man who investigated in my case, Police Chief, Sergeant Cold. Yes, His name was "Cold." What a unique name for an officer, and an investigator. I never liked him till now. As he promised me never shall he tell my secrets. Sergeant Cold is an amazing man, now retired...