### Chapter 12: The Silent Assassin
The night was shrouded in dense fog, the city lights cast ghostly shadows on the deserted streets. Frothy walked with firm and silent steps, his gaze fixed on the mansion that stood imposingly in front of him. He knew inside was his next target: Peter Smith, a corrupt and influential politician who had long escaped justice.
Frothy had already planned every detail. He knew that Peter Smith would be at home that night, busy with his mistress. Silently, Frothy invaded the property, moving like a specter through the shadows. Every step was calculated, every breath was controlled.
Upon reaching the bedroom door, Frothy opened it carefully, avoiding any noise that could alert the occupants. The scene he found was exactly as he expected: Peter Smith and his lover busy, oblivious to the imminent danger. Frothy entered the room without being noticed, his presence was an approaching shadow.
It was only when Frothy was just a few feet from the bed that Peter Smith noticed something was wrong. His eyes widened in surprise and fear when he saw the hooded figure. In a desperate reflex, he tried to reach for the gun that was on the bedside table, but Frothy was faster. With one agile movement, he rushed forward and stabbed Peter Smith's throat, cutting off any scream that might have been made. Blood gushed out, dyeing the sheets red.
Peter Smith's lover let out a scream of horror and fled the room, her clothes still in disarray. Frothy didn't bother to chase her; His target was just Peter Smith. He continued to stab the politician, this time in the stomach, until the life completely drained from the bloodied body.
With the mission accomplished, Frothy left the room, leaving behind a scene of chaos and death. He moved through the house with the same silent precision with which he entered, avoiding any encounters with security guards and surveillance cameras. Within minutes, he was back on the streets, disappearing into the night like a ghost.
Peter Smith's body would be found hours later, and the news of his death would shock the city. The traumatized lover would be unable to provide a coherent description of the killer. Frothy, in turn, continued his journey of revenge and dark justice, knowing that his mission was far from over.
### End of Chapter 12
Peter Smith's death was just another chapter in Frothy's bloody journey. Each murder was a step in his never-ending quest for justice, a silent cry against the corruption and evil that haunted his reality. The city, shrouded in fear and uncertainty, anxiously awaited the silent killer's next move, while Sheriff Ciroko desperately tried to find a way to break the cycle of violence that seemed to have no end.