In the interrogation room, several detectives gathered around a table, glaring at the man beneath the dim lights. One of them slapped a stack of photographs down in front of him.
The pictures on the table were gruesome and violent, enough to horrify anyone who saw them. But the man merely raised his eyelids, staring at them as blankly as if they were a stack of plain paper.
“Officer, to be perfectly honest, they all volunteered to become my creations.”
