FIRST PERSON POV:

The first light of the morning sun slowly fills the sky, breaking through the thick clouds covering it like a ray of hope. To me, on the other hand, the rays symbolize an unreachable goal. An ideal only idiots will spend their life chasing. It is said that no matter what happens or how hard you try, it is human to never see yourself attaining that so called "ray of hope."

However, the icy air of a forthcoming winter quickly dampens my optimism, wrapping its fingers of frost to constrict me in its embrace. I wrap a scarf tight around my neck to protect myself from the cold, but the chill winds quickly penetrate my clothes and burrow deep into my skin, leaving me shivering in its chill as I approach the city. 

As predicted, today will be a cold and dreary day.

Sometime yesterday evening I had made my way to the [XX]park. It was somewhere she had frequented quite often. Somewhere nobody would expect to turn into a vicious crime scene by dusk. 

I was dressed in casual clothes, blending in with the other park-goers. I had my weapon of choice, a small handgun, hidden in my jacket pocket. My heart danced an erratic rhythm, its cadence echoing through my being as I meticulously scanned the throng for my intended quarry.

Finally, I spotted them sitting on a bench, reading a book. They were alone, the perfect opportunity for me to strike. I approached them slowly, trying to appear casual. As I got closer, I pulled out my gun, keeping it hidden from view.

The victim looked up in surprise as I reached them. I didn't give them a chance to react, pulling the trigger and shooting them point blank in the head. They crumpled to the ground, dead before they hit the ground.

I quickly slipped away into the crowd, blending in and becoming just another face in the crowd. I knew that the police would be searching for me, but I felt confident that I had covered my tracks well.

As I walked away from the scene, the thrill of the kill coursing through my veins. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and power. I had just taken another life, and no one would ever suspect me. I had planned this moment for months, carefully selecting my victim and my location to ensure that I would not be caught.

I glanced back at the body lying on the ground, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over me. This was my true calling, my purpose in life. To take the lives of those who I deemed worthy, to feel the rush of power as I pulled the trigger.

I walked away from the scene, feeling the blood on my hands and the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I knew that the police would be searching for me, but I felt confident that I had covered my tracks well. My mind was already racing with thoughts of my next victim, my next kill. I was the "Smiling Man", the one who would always get away with murder.