It was late a night, and I was tired as hell. It was well after my shift, but someone had made a call about a struggle in an ally, it the aria of a searise of murders, one of which was my brother. I had to check it out. As soon as I walked in, the smell of blood hit me like a truck, and low and behold, another dead gang member in a dumpster. Same markings as usual, scratched acros the face and wrists, and the two markets on the neck. By now I was shure it was a vigilante, as no normal citizen would hide the body, and it wasn't a regular serial killer, because they were always known rapist, or murderers. I made a call to HQ letting them knew we had another one, before hearing talking a little ways away. I had to investigate.