The third victim,
Mr. Caldwell, was found mutilated in a gruesome scene that horrified the city. On the surface, Caldwell was a respected school teacher—polite, professional, and well-liked.
The night Caldwell was murdered, he had stayed late at the school, grading papers in his dimly lit classroom. The quiet halls and flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows across the empty room, but Caldwell didn't feel unsafe. He had no idea the Butcher had been watching him for weeks, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Just after midnight, the Butcher made his move. He entered the classroom silently, creeping through the darkness with the precision of a predator stalking its prey. Before Caldwell could even react, a gloved hand clamped over his mouth, and he was dragged from his desk into the janitor's closet—far from any chance of rescue.
Caldwell, terrified and bound to a chair, tried to struggle, but his cries were muffled by the gag in his mouth. The Butcher stood in front of him, expressionless, his knife gleaming in the dim light. There was no anger in his eyes, only cold detachment.
Without a word, the Butcher took his knife and, with horrifying precision, severed Caldwell's private parts. The teacher's muffled screams filled the small, suffocating space as blood gushed onto the floor. His face contorted in agony, his body convulsing from the shock and pain. The Butcher, emotionless, watched his victim suffer.
This wasn't just a kill—it was a punishment. Caldwell's sick desires had earned him this fate, and the Butcher believed he was simply delivering justice.
After what felt like an eternity of excruciating pain, Caldwell's ordeal ended with a swift, deep slash across his throat. The blood sprayed across the walls, and his body slumped lifelessly in the chair. The Butcher carved his signature symbol into Caldwell's chest, the same mark left on the other victims. This time he left gama symbol.
By the time the janitor discovered the body the next morning, the scene was one of absolute carnage. Blood pooled on the floor, staining everything in its path, while Caldwell's mutilated corpse sat grotesquely in the chair, a horrific testament to the Butcher's sadistic form.
For the police and the public, it was another chilling murder by a deranged serial killer. But for Lucas Cain, this was more than a murder. It was part of the Butcher's twisted game.
Lucas was acutely aware of the urgency of the situation. He quickly approached the principal, asking him to gather all the teachers for questioning in the next ten minutes.
Seventeen teachers—three from each of the six subjects—along with three janitors and the vice principal, gathered in the staff room, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.
While they assembled, Lucas directed the police and forensic teams to begin their work on Caldwell's body, knowing the gravity of the scene they were about to uncover.
When the principal informed him that Mr. Caldwell was part of the math division, Lucas dove into the interrogations. He spoke to each teacher individually, trying to piece together who Caldwell truly was.
Most described him as a kind and approachable man, someone who genuinely cared about his students and colleagues.
But then one teacher hesitantly mentioned a troubling incident—a vague memory of Caldwell behaving inappropriately with some of the female students.
Realizing he wouldn't gather much more from the faculty, Lucas shifted his focus to the students.
He asked the principal to summon those who had been taught by Mr. Caldwell. The students arrived, their whispers filling the room as they exchanged curious glances, wondering why they had been called in.
As Lucas interviewed the students one by one, he began to see a troubling pattern. Most spoke highly of Mr. Caldwell, painting him as a caring teacher who genuinely cared for his students. But then, a timid girl stepped forward, her eyes wide and nervous. Lucas could feel her fear, so he leaned closer, hoping to put her at ease.
After a moment of hesitation, she whispered, "He… he was inappropriate with me and some of the other girls. He threatened us, saying he'd lower our grades and showed us pictures he took without us knowing."
A chill ran through Lucas at her words. Just then, a few more girls gathered, casting anxious glances at one another. Realizing they needed a safe space to share their experiences, he gently led them into a closed room where they could speak freely, away from any prying ears.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted.
The girls seemed to relax slightly, and one by one, they began to open up. They recounted their experiences—how Caldwell had touched them inappropriately, how he had pressured them into undressing, using his authority to silence them with threats.
Each revelation weighed heavily in the air, filled with pain and betrayal.
Listening to their stories, Lucas felt a storm of emotions rise within him—anger at Caldwell for his deceit and deep sorrow for the girls who had suffered in silence. It was heartbreaking to realize how Caldwell had hidden his true self behind a mask of kindness.
This investigation was no longer just about solving a murder; it was about uncovering the dark reality of a predator who had exploited his position of trust.
With every word they shared, Lucas's resolve strengthened. He was determined to ensure these young women's voices were heard and that justice had been served and he is already dead in a gruesome way.
After this lucas sat down and went in to a deep thought, why? , is his intentions good? Why he is killing people who commit sins?
That Night
Lucas sat alone in the interrogation room long after everyone had left. The lights buzzed faintly overhead, their sterile glow doing nothing to quiet the storm inside his mind.
Three victims.
Three symbols.
Alpha. Beta. Gamma.
Claire. Robert. Caldwell.