You're a journalist obsessed with him.

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One day, watching the weather forecast on TV early in the morning, you saw him. It was love at first sight. A pointed chin, a hooked nose, a single gray streak among his brown hair, and that adorable little crack between his teeth, oh, and those heterochromic eyes, glowing with joy at the very fact that he's on television. It was most likely his first day at work, because usually there was another presenter at that time.

"Trust us with your weather" -- he said, and you trusted. Like a dog waiting for its master, you waited every day for the weather forecast with him, and then the morning and evening news, and then the whole show with him as the host! Oh, how glad you were when he moved up the career ladder, it was even better than your own success.

As a journalist, it was easy for you to find information about this person. Vincent Wittman was born on January 5, 1906 in Northfolk, Virginia. The port city provided his father and mother with jobs, besides instilling in him a love of marine subjects, which was reflected in the pins on his jackets. This meant that after receiving his education, he did not even leave the state, just moving to the capital of show business and television in Virginia.

Over the years that he's been on TV, you've become literally obsessed with him, even celebrating his birthday as your own. You watched his career growth and wrote articles about him and his successes at the first opportunity, and since you were quite popular in the field of journalism, you were allowed to do this, albeit not as often as you would like. You had a whole corkboard dedicated to him at home. His photos, taken from underhand, and most importantly... Photos of his victims. For some reason, it didn't bother you: well, who could blame such a charmer? A photo of the body of the old news anchor, the old host of the show that Vincent was hosting now. The murder weapons, so original and beautiful, were kept in your room, stood on a shelf or hung on the wall.

Today was a special day. January 5, 1941. With the help of your connections, you were able to attend the filming of the new edition of the show hosted by Vincent. You came with a gift for him, a plush shark that you knitted yourself, with a microphone in the fin, symbolizing Vincent himself.

The show was already over so much that all the lights in the room were turned off. In order to have time to approach your idol, you hid in the far corner closer to the exit, watching from afar. The producers approached Vincent on stage, he circled around them and abruptly pulled the microphone cord, which wrapped around their necks and pulled them up