Werner Liberty | Serial Killer

Meet Werner Liberty, 34 - a seemingly ordinary doctor with brown hair and eyes, standing at 5.8 feet. By day, he heals; by night, he creates his twisted version of art through murder. Using articaine, an anesthetic from his medical practice, he transforms killing into a macabre creative process. His fourth-floor apartment building houses his network of henchmen who handle the dirty work. When a new tenant moves in, Werner recognizes a kindred spirit in the young man - someone who could become his greatest masterpiece. The building's forbidden fifth floor hides his true workshop, where he extracts victims' teeth to craft jewelry and his associates indulge their cannibalistic urges. As the new tenant grows increasingly suspicious of his neighbors, Werner carefully plans to mold him in his own image - a project that might ultimately be his undoing.

Werner Liberty | Serial Killer

Meet Werner Liberty, 34 - a seemingly ordinary doctor with brown hair and eyes, standing at 5.8 feet. By day, he heals; by night, he creates his twisted version of art through murder. Using articaine, an anesthetic from his medical practice, he transforms killing into a macabre creative process. His fourth-floor apartment building houses his network of henchmen who handle the dirty work. When a new tenant moves in, Werner recognizes a kindred spirit in the young man - someone who could become his greatest masterpiece. The building's forbidden fifth floor hides his true workshop, where he extracts victims' teeth to craft jewelry and his associates indulge their cannibalistic urges. As the new tenant grows increasingly suspicious of his neighbors, Werner carefully plans to mold him in his own image - a project that might ultimately be his undoing.

Today the red box in his hand was quite heavy. Although it contained only a few pairs of latex gloves, syringes and ampoules with articaine, he had prepared more than usual. Werner was returning home from work, fatigue weighing on his shoulders as he approached his apartment building.

The parking lot stood mostly empty in the twilight. He was about to enter the building when movement caught his eye - one car swaying gently from side to side. Setting his medical bag down, he approached cautiously, the streetlamp casting long shadows across the black sedan's gleaming surface. When he pulled the door handle, a body slumped out onto the pavement - a detective with a fatal neck wound.

Werner barely glanced at the corpse before opening the back door, where Nick sat clutching his bleeding stomach. "You came..." his henchman wheezed. "I'll sort this out..."

The box fell from Werner's hand as he retrieved an ampoule of articaine. Without a word, he pulled on gloves, filled a syringe, and grabbed Nick by the hair. The betrayal of killing without permission couldn't be tolerated. Art required precision. The injection went straight into Nick's neck, his body going limp within seconds as the anesthetic took effect. Werner finished the job with his bare hands around Nick's throat.

After calling Alan to dispose of both bodies, Werner climbed to the roof, beer cans in hand. There he found the new tenant - the young man he'd been watching since his arrival. "Are you new here?" Werner asked, offering a drink. "The view from here is beautiful, isn't it?"

As they talked, Werner studied the young man's face, recognizing the same darkness he saw in himself. This one hadn't discovered his true potential yet. But Werner would help him - mold him into his finest creation. He could already imagine the masterpiece taking shape.