"[i]Ye haven't an arm ye haven't a leg, huroo huroo Ye haven't an arm ye haven't a leg, huroo huroo[/i]" The figure silently sang as it leaned against the wall of an abandoned tunnel metro, sewers. Filthy pants and a dirty white hoodie stained with fresh blood only added to the eeriness of the scene. And aside from a dirty gauze it had wrapped around it's left foot, the man was completely barefoot. "[i]Ye haven't an arm ye haven't a leg, you're a armless boneless chickenless egg ..[/i]" He continued his singing as he cleaned his rusty saw with a bloodied rag, oh how he really did love his work. It's amazing just how many uses he could find for every part of the human body. No matter what it was he could find someone who wanted it, a blind man looking for some eyes, another man with a failing heart looking for another, he was making a killing with his work. Literally. Oh how he loved his work. "[i] .. you'll have to be put out with a bowl to- ...[/i]" He stopped at the sound of echoing footsteps, and the most sadistic of smiles spread across his face. Just who would have to guts to confront him, definitely not the CPD. "Imagine" a voice said as the footsteps came closer. "A devil, in a world which he has turned into his own personal playpen. A sick, twisted individual, whom nobody dares confront. Nobody speaks ill of him, and the thought alone of challenging him is utterly ridiculous. He is unreachable, untouchable. And just when he thinks he has built his own paradise .." the visitor was now visible to the man under one of the remaining working lights in the metro. His hair was the color of blood, fresh, crimson blood, and he had the strangest smile on his face. "He looks up, and sees the face of an even bigger devil, looking down on him" he said finishing his statement. "You've got quite the sum on your head" ((WAITING FOR HICKORY))