Just A Common Killer

My pretty, you've no more to fear,
Your silent smile brings me dark cheer,
You bled all alone,
‘til your final groan,
My work makes my name very clear
A photorealistic cinematic gothic interior: a Victorian gentleman in a dark formal suit straightening his shirt collar while facing a large ornate mirror. In the mirror's reflection, behind him, stands a four-poster bed with deep red bed covers. A deliberately blurred, indistinct figure lies face down on the bed, fully clothed in red, with no visible face, nudity, wounds, or graphic detail. A pool of dark red liquid is visible at the foot of the bed, suggestive and atmospheric rather than gory. Moody candlelit Victorian mansion bedroom, rich shadows, realistic textures, tasteful crime-noir composition, wide landscape framing.

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