Darren was sitting at the counter of his favourite diner when he noticed something quite peculiar, something beautiful. Someone, rather who needed a release. He carefully studied the man and smiled with delight<span style="font-style: italic"> I've seen you...</span>The police officer who was at the scene crying after his last release. Darren watched the man, practically staring daggers at him. He needed to make connections, everyone who he murdered at least had met each other, at some point in time, he made sure of that. But this time, it'd be different.<br/><br/>While Darren sipped his coffee, he reached into his pitch black leather jacket and fingered the white rose within it. He slipped it out taking a huge wiff. The cop was so oblivious that the man they had been searching for this whole time was right under his nose, much as the pure white rose was under his own.