Frisky Bitz
The Friskiest of Bitz
They call him a Wolf.
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, according to the police report.
He will attempt to blend in with the crowd, strike, then be gone before anyone could notice anything. The murders have been going on for days now, and they have yet to get the slightest bit of info on the killer. The murders appear to be random to the naked eye. However, there was one person who saw more to this case.
That person was you.
The 7 people that had died were all people that you knew. Acquaintances, neighbors, friends...None of your family, thank god. If the murderer was going to keep attacking those you knew, who knows how long before he would kill those that you cared about. Thats why you went to the police. You knew that this bit of information may prove useful, thats why you sat in the main room of the station, waiting for your name to be called. You look around the room. There were a few others in there, including someone who appeared to be...Drawing? No matter, this didn't concern you. You continued to wait.
