*Elio*
I was surprised. The man who sat before us all was certainly not the kind of man that I’d expect a mass murderer to look like.
Artem Katz was not very big. He had no defining muscles that one could take note of, nor did he have any defining features that would really make him stand out in the crowd. He didn’t have any unusual marks, scars, or even tattoos that would make one question his credibility.
He looked… average.
How could he have pulled off such heinous crimes over the course of two decades? It didn’t make sense, and truthfully, that concerned me.
A terrible feeling of suspicion crept into my mind. Had Franky and Leo brought in the wrong guy?
The man who was roughly dragged in and forced to sit in front of us was not at all what I'd expected. He wasn’t impressive in the slightest, which only caused the seed of doubt to grow.
“Is this really him?” I asked dryly.
