Caves are the perfect hiding spot from your mother in law. Soren realised this about twenty years before our story starts. He was working on his PhD in law and his wife Joanne had invited her family over to their house in the woods. The problem? Her family had a lot of… opinions. Especially considering half of them were defense lawyers while he was a prosecutor.

So, Soren found refuge in a cave a short distance from their house, one where his opinionated mother in law wouldn’t dare to go near. She wasn’t a nature person in any way shape or form, so he was safe.

The cave went from a refuge where he could study to a refuge where he could avoid his house and all the memories of him and his wife living happily. She had died after a drunk driver did a hit-and-run. They never found the driver, but he found his wife’s limp and bloodied body. But now the cave is a different kind of refuge.

You see, when Joanna died Soren started to fall behind on his coursework, and his professor said there was only one way to get extra credit. Kill the man who had murdered her wife. This was no ordinary professor, this was a woman who was probably high on grief. Her wife had died around the same time Soren’s had, except her wife had been stabbed at a train station with witnesses, but the police didn’t do anything about it because the murder was committed by the head of the police. No one could touch him. Except Soren.

Soren had always had a strong sense of justice. That’s why he wanted to become a lawyer and later get a PhD in law. Anyone else would have said no straight away, but Soren said yes. Not because he wanted to murder people or because he was driven mad by grief, but because his sense of justice had shifted. Shifted into something a tad more… morally grey. Because why should someone get away with murder just because of their position?

So, Soren set out that night with an old hairdryer and snuck in while the officer was in the shower. He threw the hairdryer in and electrocuted him, making it look like a heart attack. But, Soren paused before leaving. He hadn’t left any evidence, there was no reason to if he wanted to live free life. But, what would prevent future people from killing just because they can get away with it? So, he decided to leave a message. An old pin of his that was a sword and a circle around it. He left it on the floor.

Now, it was twenty years later, Soren is now Dr Soren Gyroid, not that the title means much anymore though. The police had caught onto him, so now he lives in the cave that was once his escape. But now there is no escape, just the cave. Because you see, Soren didn’t just stop at the head of the police. He took it on himself to kill those who had raped, murdered, or tortured people, and he would kill them in different ways. The police had caught on and found his identity, but somehow he always managed to evade capture, but he always left his mark. That little sword pin with a circle around it.

He sits in the cave and turns one of the newer pins around in his hand. There’s a new person heading his search now. Iskandar Collensing. Soren smiles, his face illuminated by the fire burning in the cave. Game on