It was the third body they had found in three weeks. Similar to the others. Petty Officer Jargison knew they had a serial killer on their hands.
The girl's body had been draped from the rafters of a vacant warehouse, and the only reason they had found her was because of the horrible stench that the neighbors complained of. She had her arms outstretched, like a bird almost about to take flight. And she had been strung up from fishing line, making it seem like her corpse was actually flying. But by far the eeriest thing about herkwas the tattoos.
All over her body, someone had drawn feathers in sharpie. They were so numerous, so detailed, it looked like a process that had taken countless hours. They were so intricate, so beautiful, yet so revolting. They made her look like a sculpture, and the murderer an sculptor. The sight of it was sickening. The police force had yet to announce it to the public for fear of causing monumental panic.

"Why would anyone do this?" Officer Melton, Officer Jargison's partner wondered aloud.

"Whoever this is, he is a artist, and death is his easel." Officer Jargison replied grimly.

He had no idea he would be next.