Ripper of the night

Blood Overfloods the cracks between the tiles that attach the to cemented ground inside the kitchen, right next to the cold and motionless, lifelessly, body that laid on the floor.

" Last Target for Today " he hummed to himself as he peeked out of the window that exposed the widespread of Houses, along with the Sunrise that's rays creeped up on each street, roof, and car.

The clacks of his shoes  echoeing through the half empty hallways and steps down towards the door that'd lead out to the world he made 'dangerous' and 'cursed', But for him, it was his safe haven, no one could harm him at all, not with the way he showed off.
His pretty face hidden behind the yellow plague mask, and the cloak that covered his black silky hair and his body.
He finally wàlked out, silently praising his black gloves for doing enough of a job to cover his presence, walking down the steps of the porch, to his black sadan, parked on the side of the drive way, in the region territory of the NightRipper.