Prologue
The Door to the house slowly opened and Martin entered silently the knife he was holding had stains of blood all over it and his hoodie and blue jeans were almost completely stained red, his hands were wrinkly and cut up, his face was scared and dirty he was a complete wreck. Martin slowly crept up the stairs knife in hand and ready to kill, Martin stayed close to the side of the stairs that was closet to the wall so it would prevent the creeks from the stairs. Martin reached the top and looked in the rooms for people to kill, he found a woman she looked to be in her twenties she had golden blonde hair and red lips she was gorgeous to bad she wouldn't be around much longer. Martin pulled out a notebook and a pencil from his hoodie pocket and started to write down a description of his victim, he did this with everybody he killed so he would always have the memories of his work.
Martin slowly crept up to the woman's head and slowly put the knife to her throat the cold steel touched her skin and her eyes shot open she went to scream but Martin pushed down on the knife and pulled towards himself, the cut on her throat and started to drain all her blood. A small smile grew on Martins face and he started to chuckle, yet another successful kill. His night was over.
Please be extreme I need the advice oh and give your opinion on Martin.