His office was smaller compared to the others in the office. He had a small computer desk that barely had any elbow room since the machine took up about sixty percent of it. Damn ancient machine. The filing cabinets where files were kept took up even more space. The carpet was hideous and stood out amongst the pale colored walls and single ceiling light, which was placed in the center of the room. There was only one window, so even when the light was lit it wasnâ€™t the brightest office space in the world and made it look like a very uninviting place. The man who worked in the office even more uninviting than the office he worked in.<br/><br/>Deziel, or â€˜Kaneâ€™ as humans knew him, was a tall man with piercing hazel eyes and jet back hair that was neatly slicked back in an older style. He had slender fingers and possibly one of the most devious grins ever experienced on the lips of a man. He had every picture perfect feature of him; he was a bad boy and a pretty boy. An ideal celebrity gone to hell motif with all the sex appeal in the world, but this of course way too good to be true.<br/><br/>In the span of five years, thirty victims have been killed. Their bodies were found dismembered almost beyond recognition with their organs ripped out and their brain and heart removed. So far there have been no leads and every time they get a trail it always runs cold. A few times, they could have sworn that they were close but then a curious thing happens: the evidence just vanishes. Humans were so easy to fool it made him laugh. The humans who worked in this little office space had no idea he was a demon, or that he was the killer they were all looking for. He was so clever, has always been so clever, that he never got caught. It was a game to him and made him wonder why so many demons were afraid of humans.<br/><br/>When he finished cleaning up his office, he informed the remaining workers he was calling it a night before walking home.<br/><br/>It was a cold night. The sky was darker than usual, like it was going to rain tomorrow. It would be the perfect atmosphere for his MO: take his victim in a dull or foggy morning and then kill them a week later. While he walked, he searched out his perfect victim. He liked to pick and choose carefully but tried to stay away from people that looked like they wouldnâ€™t be missed. As strange as that sounded. Considering everyone would be missed in some way, this was an odd way of thinking, but he knew some people would be more missed than others. He wanted the world to see his work. He wanted to kill those who did not matter to society.<br/><br/>It was subtle, but effective. The people in this city were afraid; even if those who were killed were not exactly â€˜popularâ€™ people, he knew that the people were aware there was a murderer. Most of them anyway, the ones who kenw to stay off the streets at night...