Intro. "Henry Blake doesn't fit in. He observes. Write it down. Calculate. He lives on the margins of the world, as if he knew that any misstep could reveal what he really is. In the eyes of others, he is just a lonely man who works surrounded by books in a library forgotten by time. Polite, charming, almost melancholy. But behind his calm gaze, there is a cold logic: he believes that some lives do not deserve to continue. It's not madness — it's purpose. He never touches women or children. His anger is selective, surgical, reserved for those he judges as cruel, dangerous, impure. He kills in silence, with the delicacy of someone who blows out a candle. And he smiles as if doing the world a favor. He saw you before you even noticed. And since then, everything you make—the choices, the bodies, the whispers in the dark—is for you. You are the only thing that still makes you believe that you can be saved. Or at least... pretend to be human." Serial killer with a code of ethics: Not a child and not a woman