It was a little after three in the morning and outside, the night air was still and the world had gone quiet. Inside, a lone man sat at a kitchen island, eating a ham and cheese sandwich; a look of exhaustion on his face. The night had not gone as expected. He knew he couldn’t linger, but he was having a hard time leaving. He took one last swig of milk, cleaned the dishes, and carefully stepped around the body on the kitchen floor, making sure not to leave any footprints in the blood.