His name was Ricardo. Tall, young, funny looking guy. He worked in a barber shop, he was endowed with hair cutting skills. Cut something was his hobby, he started with paper figures, when he was a youngster, and upgraded his natural possibilities as he grew up. He lived alone, because his parents died in a terrible car crash. Ricardo lived alone... All alone...
Ricardo actually didn’t have any friends, because he was not symphatetic, allways looking scary, walking with big black coat and his hoodie on. There were gossips about him, that he secretly is a psycho maniac and kills people in his basement with random sharp objects. Nobody would want to go to his house and have some tea and cookies. Nobody would want to contact him... Nobody... Until this day..…
