Atlan pushed his rolly chair from the desk top and hit the wall behind him, this murderer was good at covering his tracks the police couldn't get the blood samples accurate, he guessed it was because the bloods had mixed together, though he was never really good at that. He looked around at the noted and pictures on the walls, the tables covered in metal trinkets and white papers that lit up the room even when only the computer's screen shown it's bright light. He sighed, feeling dizzy and dull he left the room behind his closet and walked into his kitchen were he took a bite from an apple, he looked around as he slipped a few objects into his sleeves, pants legs, pockets, and a few other miscellaneous places, even when going for a simple walk he wore them, the murderer at his parents home still haunted him, he would wear them all the time if they didn't irritate his skin so bad. As he walked from his house his neighbors looked at him with judging looks, thinking he did dirty things there, they had heard the screams of a few of his victims he decided to take care of in his home, they would never know what he was truly doing, still he started to run from there glares, he couldn't stand it, finally in the middle of the city he stopped, luck his stamina was so great.