The day my father approached me and commanded me to murder my previous lover, Elizabeth Smith, went by in such a blur. It was four months after she had broken our engagement and ran into the loving arms of Harry Gregory; for me those four months had consisted of drunken nights and heavy headaches to follow. When he mentioned revenge I was up for the task in no time. He told me that there was no way to get her back and that all I could do was cut her happy ending short. In my drunken state I made many mistakes with women who looked similar to her and soon began to like the way the blade and noose felt in my hands. Without them I was nobody I was lost - but with them it was different. With them I was the Hangman. My murderous streak lead me down a path of many murders of which none were Elizabeth Smith. When my father realised that I could never successfully kill my lost love he sent my own brother to kill me and finish the job my father had sent...