ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ.

For someone who claims he works alone, he sure needs his fucking lackeys to watch over him and provide help so he can finish a job.

Never have I left a job unfinished. Just say you're lonely and bored, it's less pathetic.

... Feeling lonely again, Castle.

How about I find the guy, finish the job and you stay out of my way.

You here just to backseat vigilante or to help.

Christ. Get over yourself, Castle. Some of us use our brains when handling work rather than guns and a half-assed plan.

Third time's a fucking charm.

Another slasher out on the streets. Using a military grade knife, most likely stolen due to the erratic cuts on victim's body. Victims are women walking home at night. And no surprise here, police are stumped, it's the end of the year and this is low priority. Time to work.

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝚗𝚘𝚠...𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗...𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎— 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.

Hm.

Hn. And they say I'm fucked up. ::Cuts link:: Get off my shoulder.

...

I don't celebrate Christmas, Marlene.

Damn knees.

Nedda!

Marlene looks divine today.