Having arrived at his place of employment, Dimitri sat just outside of the door and turned inwards rather than focusing on his surroundings. During his walk, he'd heard bits and pieces of the latest news, both from the televisions of places with outdoor seating, such as sports bars and cafés, and from the mouths of people remarking on the situation. Personally speaking, Dimitri wasn't too thrilled about this "triple X killer", in fact, he was certain that he wouldn't think twice about tearing the skin from their bodies and devouring it while they still lived. Whomever this person was, was making it difficult for Dimitri to truly savor his hunts. After all, with the Detective Agency skulking about the city at every corner, Dimitri was finding it harder and harder to snatch his victims and acquire a proper hunting ground. Arrowhead park was a blessing due to it's size and plentiful forest, however it would only be a matter of time before that too became difficult to find privacy in. This was an issue, but it paled in comparison to what annoyed Dimitri most about the killer; they left the bodies! Perfectly good meat went to waste whenever the Triple X Killer dispatched their target, all for the sake of a vain calling card to goad the Agency into working even harder, and making his hunts more difficult by proxy. Dimitri may have left behind bloody smears, however there was nothing else that could be used to try and track him down, especially considering how easily blood could be contaminated or wash away.
Dimitri tilted his head back and blew a stray strand of hair from out of his eye as he tried to put everything together in his head. He knew that he could always resort to stealing corpses if he was desperate for meat, however corpses provided no challenge. A corpse could not talk, which meant it could not beg, it could not walk, and therefor could not run, it could not feel fear, nor could it express the anguish that sustained Dimitri almost as much as flesh itself. As Dimitri continued to mentally lambast the Triple X Killer, he had no idea that, in a somewhat ironic twist of fate, a group of boy scouts and their guardian had managed to stumble across the bloody smears he'd left over from his meal and called the detective agency to report a possible crime.
