### Chapter 3: The Hunt and the Escape
The scene at the family home was one of total devastation. Police officers surrounded the place, their voices echoing as they tried to piece together the horrific crime that had just occurred. The dining table was stained with blood, and the atmosphere was charged with palpable horror. The two children, still in shock, sat in a corner of the room, their eyes wide and full of tears.
The investigators moved quickly, examining every detail, but found no clues to the killer. "Nothing indicates the identity of the attacker," said one of the officers, while another looked around, trying to understand what could have motivated such a brutal attack. The children, traumatized and in denial, refused to speak, only crying incessantly.
"We need information," insisted a detective, but the pain and fear were evident on the children's faces. They couldn't process what had happened, and their voices were silenced by terror. Without leads, the officers turned to the scene, worried about what might happen if the killer was still at large.
Meanwhile, Rep, now in a state of desperation and adrenaline, decided he couldn't stop. He needed a new plan, a new prey. With his heart racing and his mind clouded, he crept into a nearby house, a residence that looked abandoned, but which he knew to be the home of a retired ex-military man.
As soon as he entered, Rep came across the man, who was sitting in an armchair, watching television. The ex-military man stood up quickly upon noticing Rep's presence, and the tension in the air became palpable. Without a second thought, Rep attacked, and a fierce fight began. The two men moved around the room, exchanging punches and kicks, each determined to overpower the other.
Rep felt his strength ebbing away, the ex-military man's experience proving a formidable challenge. He nearly succumbed, but in a moment of pure luck, he managed to dodge a blow and, in a quick movement, spotted a gun on a nearby shelf. With a desperate impulse, he threw himself towards the weapon and, in an instinctive act, shot the ex-soldier in the head.
The sound of the shot echoed through the house, and the man's body fell heavily to the floor, lifeless. Rep, panting and in a state of shock, sat for a moment, absorbing the gravity of what he had just done. Adrenaline was still pumping through his veins, and he knew he could not waste time.
He began to search the house, finding an arsenal of weapons that the ex-soldier had accumulated. With shaking hands, Rep grabbed what he could carry—pistols, ammunition—and fled the scene, leaving behind the body of the man who had become his latest victim.
As he ran down the street, the reality of his life set in. The search for notoriety had now taken him to a point of no return. Each act of violence took him further away from who he was, and at the same time pushed him deeper into the abyss. He was now armed and dangerous, but the sense of power quickly mixed with a new fear—the fear of becoming the monster he had always feared he was.