Unbelievable. Officer Juno Richards surveyed the scene of yet another murder from the mysterious Vagrant Killer, a vigilante that targeted pedophiles. It wasn't that he particularly disagreed with murdering of the six men--seven, he amended--but there were laws in place for a reason. Whoever had murdered these men had definitely stepped all over those laws. Minimal blood on the victim, it's all over the walls instead. Gunshots heard by neighbors. One, two, three in the victim's body. Vicious mutilation of genitals. The officer shifted his gaze to his partner, beckoning him over. "DNA?" he asked, though the tone was resigned rather than hopeful, lips twisted into a frown. His partner, George, shook his head. "The perp used gloves, likely leather but they're probably not a noticeable material. Do you think we've got another for the Vagrant Killer?" Juno only nodded in response, waving his partner away before moving to the doorway and informing the detective that he was going to speak with the neighbors. They had to have heard more than gunshots, or saw something maybe. There was simply no way the killer was smart enough to have hidden himself that well.