It was early in the morning when the Babardi’s found the body of an eighteen-year-old man, located one of the alleyways of the Sanguin District. Blood painted the dirty concrete and brick walls. Its smell attracted flies, black birds and the more. The man’s limbs, severed by what appeared to be a hacksaw by the way the flesh was jagged and the bones were chipped, were embedded in the metal fence that separated the alley. Four rows of barb wire were wrapped around the mans’ neck that was found a foot away, severed from its body. His eyes were removed and so they stared lifelessly at the head.

     The Babardi’s blocked off the alleyway with red tape that read “DEA MEARO A” Death Lies Here, hoping to steer away the onlookers- both residences and tourist- that piled on the sidewalks, covering their noses and peering their eyes into the dark scene. This was the fifth body this week and it wasn’t before long the Journalist of July would show up, pens in the air and eyes of happiness. They were worse than flies. But the one thing that were worse than those leaches was Lewis Smith who showed up not too long after they arrived. He was a Liar.

     He was a tall man with cloudy colored eyes and had a sore face from getting into a fight the other night. He wore a traditional detective outfit, despite not even being a sleuth; a long tan coat, a black suit underneath and a tan fedora that covered his blistering red hair. He carried a pack of black cigarettes in the coats left pocket but never smoked. Thought he looked cool when he took them out and set one of the dark colored sticks in his mouth.

     He gave out a sigh as he stepped into a puddle of blood that collected on the concrete. The last victim was around the same age except she was female and had long blonde hair. And the victim before then was an old man. One of the shop keepers husbands who worked in the factories up north. He blinked, racking his mind of any correlation between the five victims. He's interviewed the families and none of them knew each other. None of them worked with each other.

     “Could this just be a random killing spree? Someone trying to get out their anger?” he questioned out-loud, placing his hand on his chin.

     “What the hell are you doing here?” he heard a deep voice behind him.

Swiftly, and with a smile on his face, he turned around to see Head of the Babardi’s, Sir Anthony Joseph, dressed in the Babardi uniform- black pants, black shoes freshly polished, and a black coat with golden buttons leading down from his chest on the left side. Sir Joseph was shorter than Lewis and had a huge grey mustache that twirled above his small lips and had no hair on his head. He shot a gaze up at the irregular man with baby blue eyes, frowning as he did.

     “Good day Sir Joseph! Just checkin’ out the scene. Pretty gruesome- just like the last.” He replied cheerfully.

     “Does your Master know you’re sneaking around?” Sir Joseph sneered.

     “Doesn’t matter whether he knows it or not. I’m interested in these recent string of murders and I know others are too.” He hinted.

Sir Joseph clucked his tongue, his gaze falling to the victim’s limbs pressed against the gate. If this continued on, who knows how many more bodies they will find in the next few days. It didn’t help, today was End of the Month. A day where Sir Joseph met Marviel’s Government. The leaders of the Organizations and they wouldn’t be too happy to hear they haven’t caught a serial killer.

“Call on the Dogs. Tell them it’s an emergency and I will pay them top dollar to find this killer!” He demanded.

“Of course.” Lewis humped his shoulders, “Always relying on those bastards. But I suppose its what's best. After all, one of them has already been in this area.”