The woman whose life Kalan had just ended, was lying motionless on the ground right before Jasper's feet. For a minute he thought of doing something about the dead body, but he knew that it would be a pain and that his fingerprints were nowhere to be found. There was no reason to do something that tedious. That's why he left the alley with both his weapon and his clothes being even bloodier than they already were. He put the dagger back in the pocket against his neck and started walking down the street. However, only a couple of minutes later he was already stopped by two police officers. This was a case of bad luck. Apparently something had been going on close by and him being covered in red splatters was very suspicious. They wondered if he had anything to do with it. Luckily, he already had his excuse prepared. Kalan quickly gave the control over the body back to Jasper as he knew that Jasper was better at getting out of these kinds of situations without using violence. Even an impulsive guy like Kalan was smart enough to know that using violence in such a public place was a bad idea.

[color=deepskyblue]"Good morning, officers. It's a beautiful day to take a walk outside, isn't it?"[/color] The officers weren't amused with his attempt at small talk. They wanted him to get to the point and explain the splatters on his clothes. They didn't seem to notice the weapon on his back. That must mean that Jasper did a good job at hiding the pocket and the weapon inside it. You couldn't even see a bump if you didn't know about it. [color=deepskyblue]"Look, I am but a simple artist who tries to make a profession out of their hobby. The fresh air and the beautiful sights are a great inspiration for my work. I have to admit that I do not always think before I leave the house, which is how I end up outside with my work clothes on."[/color] 

At the front of his shirt was also a pocket on the inside. In this pocket were a couple of pictures of his latest works. [color=deepskyblue]"I can be quite clumsy, that's how I end up with paint all over myself and I am not always in the mood to do laundry. Currently, I literally have no clothes without any kind of paint on them and as you can clearly see, red is my favorite color. You might even have heard of me. The name is Jasper Raven."[/color] The name did seem familiar to one of the two officers. He once bought his work as a present for his niece, so he trusted the explanation Jasper had given them. They apologized for bothering him and left. Kalan was happy about getting away with the blood all over the body, while Jasper couldn't help but think about how angry his parents would have been knowing that he became a professional artist. The imagined angry faces of his mother and father gave him joy. He started walking down the street, while trying to ignore Kalan who was already on the lookout for his next victim. Jasper wondered how many lives it would take for his hunger to satisfied? Jasper loved the adrenaline, but a break couldn't hurt once in a while. However, he knew that he was never going to refuse Kalan. That was simply not an option.