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Yes, there once was a man who worked as a mail man by day and assassin by night. He was a friendly old lad - old for that his children had moved out, and his wife divorced him. This man lived a secluded life, without any close relatives and a very narrow niche of friends who he only talked to about once every week or so. One could say that he was very friendly as well, despite his loneliness, he would always do favours for his old neighbour, who was reaching 98, and had several medical problems. It seemed like he would always take very good care of her, and sometimes even bought groceries for her. But one day, this old lady was brutally stabbed to death, and had her head cut off and put on a stick. Her tendons were severed, and legs mutilated, it was if her legs had be sheered off and fed to her dozen pet cats; a very sick crime, a sick crime indeed. There where many discussions of this man being the prime suspect and perpetrator of the crime. All the proof was there as well to convict him with this gruesome crime, however, the night prior to the murder, he had left for an important duty, a duty that would grant him his life.