Argumentative Essay: Who Is The Blood Phantom?

Why the Blood Phantom?
Home is where the heart is, and that makes it an excellent place for a reportage. You get a feel for the story just by seeing where they live, their personality echoes off all the walls in their house, their environment shapes them. Prison is a different story.
I was the first person who got the privilege of sharing the Blood Phantom’s story to the public, which came with the horror of meeting him. Being the biggest serial killer of 2016 the Blood Phantom got his violent name from a series of 56 brutal yet professional murders during the span of half a year. The victims were all found as nothing but a bloody mess in their own homes, there was no trace of the assailant and thus the press named him the Blood Phantom.

‘’Just the truth,’’ I replied: ‘’Why did you murder all those people?’’ ‘’It’s not a short story,’’ he started while pausing long enough for me to intervene: ‘’Then we better get to it.’’ I don’t know how my presentation was so calm in the presence of such a criminal, murderer, but for some reason my curiosity burned stronger than hatred or fear.
‘’Those people, they were all connected. I only killed the ones I had to, in the order that was necessary.’’ I didn’t interrupt his sudden exposition despite a lack of context: ‘’One after another, I had to take lives. Most of them were bad people.’’ His voice got really dark, yet almost emotionless. ‘’How were they connected? Why did you have to kill them?’’ I was trying to connect his ramblings, with little success at the moment: ‘’Not all of them chose it, some of them were good people.’’ He paused for a while, seemingly flashing a hint of guild before continuing: ‘’Killing them was the worst part.’’ Another pause prompted me to try

I have… certain skills that helped me find the man, but with no evidence it was useless to go to the law.’’ Before he continued I managed to ask: ‘’How does that explain 56 murders?’’ Marston looked up at me for a second before answering: ‘’Have you ever heard the phrase; ‘an eye for an eye’?’’ I nodded the affirmative before he continued: ‘’An eye for an eye, a world for a world. He took my wife from me and let me suffer, I was going to take his back. Every family, friend, or colleague. Every part of his world, as he would suffer like I did while realizing that this horror was his doing.’’
A long pause followed his monologue as the only sound was his heavy breathing, I responded with nothing but silence for a while before gathering my thoughts and continuing: ‘’Tell me something, your track record shows that you could have easily avoided the police and walked free after you were done. You didn’t even try to, being a free man was an option but you deliberately turned yourself in after all this,