"This is just in, we have reports that a suspicious armed man has just been seen wandering the streets after having left the home of Mr. Jones, the elderly man who owns Freddy's Bar and Grill, was found dead several hours ago when police were called in to investigate the home when eye-witnesses claimed to have heard gun shots come from the home." " We advise you all that are watching to stay in doors, we have the description of the man who is the suspect, based off of eye-witness accounts." "We are looking for a * Male in his older teens * White * 5'9" * Black or Blue eye *Black hair- mid back * White Hoodie and black dress pants * No eyebrows, and mouth cut into a smile * Wielding a large kitchen knife "If you see him please contact us with the phone number listed below or by email. If you wish to call us anomalously use the provided number on your screen." This was hilarious, watching his image flick across the tower of television sets in a pawn shop window made his day. He was a wanted criminal and he knew no one would catch him for he was clever, sure they have a crude drawing of him but that's the closest thing anyone will get to meeting him, for once you do that's it that's the end, game over. Sighing he wipes the bloodied knife on his hoodie as he glances around the empty lot "Tsk...I hate that it's so quiet, stupid news channel makin' everyone hide away like roaches when the lights are flipped on." he mumbles to himself as he begins to walk down the side walk, knife tucked away in his hoodie. He pulled down the hood allowing his messy black hair to been seen, it came off as if he wanted to be caught. He looked around, his eyes stinging slightly as the cold fall winds picked up. His eyes lifted towards the heavens as a grin played on his face, the night was still young meaning he could still have fun. He began to run down the road, making his way to the nearest neighborhood.