Maybe It's Me...?
It starts off with one, but soon they begin to fall; he has no criteria to fill with the kill, save the pleasure he needs from the thrill. People are dying in a world we can hardly call safe and no one suspects him to be the murderer…
Elliot Minor
He’ll be bound to slip up soon enough, but will it all be too late? Sure, like every town, it had it’s problems, lists longer than you’d like to think…but serial killers? They’re the stuff of Morse and Frost, apparently. You’re hardly able to argue with the truth when corpse after corpse is presented to the public. Go on, try and call it fiction.
Elliot Minor
He’ll be bound to slip up soon enough, but will it all be too late? Sure, like every town, it had it’s problems, lists longer than you’d like to think…but serial killers? They’re the stuff of Morse and Frost, apparently. You’re hardly able to argue with the truth when corpse after corpse is presented to the public. Go on, try and call it fiction.