Usually, the first time I’m introduced to a patient they’re laying down on my operating table heavily sedated waiting on me to perform some type of life-saving procedure. I then enter the room wearing green scrubs, green gloves, greenshoe covers, and a green surgical cap. I have over a 95% success rate for all the procedures that I’ve performed throughout my career.

I consider myself to be the Michael Jordan, Tom Brady, or Mike Tyson of my profession. When I perform surgeries I feel like Jean-Michel Basquiat painting the Untitled Skull. I open my patients with absolute precision and remove any kind of imperfection I find, and then I stitch them up leaving a scar the size of a scratch. I take great pride in the work I do, but this work doesn’t fill me with joy.

After I remove the imperfections I like to place them inside a ziplock bag and then place those bags inside my black lunch box that I usually bring to hide things I steal from the hospital. When I get home I then take those imperfections that I’ve removed from the patient’s body and modify them into a perfect biological weapon.

It usually takes me a couple of months to find them again, but once I do none of them seem to remember my face. Which is a good thing I guess because if they did, it would make the process less exciting.

The process is always the same, I send them tickets to an all-inclusive resort in either Mexico or the Dominican Republic. At first, they’re hesitant to accept the tickets, but after they do a little research and realize the tickets are legit they seem to always take advantage of them. And that’s when they’re introduced to the real me.

When the opportunity presents itself I slip something into their drink, It usually takes 10 minutes before they’re out. I then take them back to their rooms, where I have already prepped my operating table. I remove all their clothing revealing the scar from our last meeting, then I exit the room to prep myself. I return dressed in all black with my black lunch box in my left hand and my scalpel in my right. I make a small incision on the scar and carefully placed the now perfected illness back inside their bodies. Then I seal the wound and leave before they wake.

It may take a day or two, but all the patients I’ve performed this procedure on have suffered a painful and horrible death. This goes against everything I was taught in medical school, and it violates the promise that every doctor has made to protect and save lives, but there’s just something about killing that fills me with great pleasure. I am a serial killer and this is my design.