Clara smiles as she sees what is in front of her. "He must have been in pain," one of her colleagues said. Clara is now a medical doctor, somewhere she had never imagined she would be. On this faithful day, Clara feels so proud of what she had done nine years back. In front of her is the corpse of a middle aged man. His stomach has been cut open and it has the same signature she had left on Aunt Amy the day she had taken her life. Clara feels so proud of her achievement because this made her feel so special to him. When an autopsy was carried out, they came to realize that the signature on his body was crafted when he was still alive. There is no doubt that he is either a drug dealer or a gang member. This confused Clara. Vincent is now a lawyer, so why is he associating with gang members? She wondered if she had missed some things when she was away for a few months.
"This is the fourth case about this killer in one month," another doctor added. Then he points something out. "This is a copy cat." Clara stood still, wondering how he had figured that out. Unlike the other victims that had been brought in for autopsy, Vincent's signature is quite different. He indeed carves out the signature, but just the star in the moon and not the one usually written on the victims' arms. He leaves out the three alphabets. Clara could not understand why he did not add the other signature to mimic her completely. Could this mean he is trying to send a message? Clara thought about this deeply.
"Why are you trying to cover up for someone else's crime?" Vincent's bodyguard asks him as he proceeds to light up the cigarette in his hand. "Because she is my role model," Vincent turns his head toward his bodyguard with a huge smile on his face. "A girl? Oh," he finally understood what his young master meant. On the night Aunt Amy died, his personal bodyguard was the first person he had called. He requested him to get the CCTV footage in every possible way he can. After getting it, Vincent hid it away somewhere in the house and only decided to watch it two years later, just when he was preparing for college.
In the CCTV footage, after running a few steps away from the scene, the killer picks up the bicycle lying on one side of the road before cycling off. Vincent could tell at once that it is a female. He noted the body shape and the length of the hair when she bent down to pick up her bicycle. No doubt about it, Vincent knew he was right. Though he could not tell if it was a teenager like him or a young adult, all that does not matter. Whether she is a teenager, a young adult, or married, Vincent vowed to find her. He does not just see her as a model anymore but rather someone he would want to have for himself for the rest of his life.
"Grandpa wants us to come home," his bodyguard said as he stood up. He puts the cigarette away without putting out the smoke. Vincent's face changes immediately. He does not like going home at all and he does not like everyone either. They all still see him as the little monster he was. Vincent does not mind what they think of him, but the atmosphere in the house is heavy. His parents' hatred toward him is clear. The portrait of his dead aunt hanging on the wall right in the living room feels like they are deliberately trying to make him mad and guilty. His little brother being fed with lies about him, along with his cousins and nieces not wanting to talk or running away from him, always adds more fuel to his anger.
Vincent had to put up with their hatred for another two years after his aunt's death before finally leaving for college. Ever since then, things have never been the same. Vincent would not stay more than two hours each time he visits. He does not talk to his parents anymore or the family members except for Dwayne, his personal bodyguard. Grandpa Voss had once fired Dwayne because he believed Dwayne was contributing to Vincent's bad behavior, only for Vincent to hire him back the moment he got into college. Dwayne was only twenty one when he was hired to look after Vincent. They quickly became friends and their bond grew stronger. Whenever Dwayne does something bad, Vincent either hides the evidence or takes the blame instead to protect him.
"Hello grandpa, you look as healthy as ever," Vincent greets his grandfather as he enters the living room with a glass of wine in his hand. "And you are as bad as ever," Grandpa Voss replied while sighting the glass of wine in his hand. "I missed you," Vincent said as he took his seat opposite his grandad. He completely ignored his parents who were also in the living room. Unlike everyone else, Grandpa Voss cannot bring himself to hate Vincent. He knows just how much Vincent loves him and he cannot deny the fact that he loves him too. Whenever someone reminds him of his deceased daughter, he just makes an excuse. He says there was never evidence showing him doing it. Whenever they remind him of how Vincent would draw on people's faces with his small knife, he would defend him saying he was traumatized by the death of his aunt leading him to misbehave.
"Why am I here today grandpa?" Vincent asks as he drops the glass of wine, ready to listen to whatever his grandfather wants to say to him. Instead, the old man ignores him and faces Dwayne instead. "You are looking more built, have you been taking my son along with you as well?" As Grandpa Voss talks, Vincent's mother rolls her eyes from behind. She is getting mad at the fact that grandpa favors and likes Vincent and not his brother. Vincent saw the expression on her face but chose to ignore it. Dwayne smiled, bowing his head slowly as a sign of respect toward the old man.
"Vincent Voss," Grandpa Voss calls out his grandson's name as he removes his glasses and places them back into their case. "My dear son, it is time I finally marry you off." He said this while looking directly into Vincent's eyes. Vincent could only break contact and look at Dwayne instead. It was almost as if he was telling him it is all his fault for dragging him to his grandfather's house. Vincent starts talking about how he just started his career. He explains how young he is and how he is just building his army. He insisted he is not ready for marriage yet, but Grandpa Voss keeps talking about how he wants to start having great grandchildren soon.
"The wedding is next week and we have picked a bride for you," Grandpa Voss said without stuttering. Vincent could only sit there disappointed. How could they pick a bride for him? He felt like he was being tied to a stranger, someone he has no feelings for. He was shocked by a wedding date and a plan he never knew of. Knowing that his grandfather would not listen to him, Vincent stood up. He finishes drinking his wine and leaves his grandfather's presence. For the first time, Vincent walked out on him without saying goodbye.