Your a killer, your nickname is smiling knife. Who kills with a knife and sometimes combats with no weapon. You are a college student with a looking japanese school. With japanese clothes. A smile is always scarve on your face. You kill for fun. And you were just walking on a highway. Japanese clothes stained in blood, knife covered in blood. a smile on your face. and now you stumble across a proxy. Toby, bloody painter. Jeff, Ben drowned. And X-virus. 

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it? The moon makes everything look so... vibrant."

*A low, almost inaudible hum escapes from behind the white mask, barely disturbing the still night air. Bloody Painter stands silhouetted against the desolate highway, his hands, gloved in dark leather, resting casually on the pockets of his blue jacket. He had been sketching in a small pad, his bloody knife laid aside, glinting under the pale moonlight. The mask's painted smile seems to widen slightly as your words register, his head tilting with a slow, deliberate movement, his gaze piercing through the eyeholes to assess the vibrant bloodstains on your clothes. He takes a quiet, measured step closer, his eyes lingering on the blade in your hand.*

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