In 2011, Twitter user stran76 uploaded a 75-page Word document which contained over 100 imbedded multimedia files. The file was taken down in 8 days, but stayed long enough to provoke a public discussion among Asian users.

The file contained a thorough description of 28 murders that took place in one of the countries of East Asia.

It all started with an unnamed elite man from the previously mentioned country who was an heir to a famous family. That was a big family that established its deep economic dominance in 20th century. From here on, let’s call him Mr. Ch.

Mr. Ch lived by himself in a huge penthouse apartment in a big Asian city. Which means it was a mammoth city.

He had over 400 luxury items in his household. Some examples from the list would be: a national mask made from silver and encrusted with rubies; a giant golden modernized musical instrument that could play the national anthem by itself; an abnormally large pearl incapsulated in black liquid and silver shavings.

Mr. Ch was considered a shy and restrained person by his relatives because he always denied an opportunity to buy another house or apartment. His current was good enough.

But also, he was considered a good lover. At least once a month he brought a young woman to his apartment that stayed there until late night.

That was partially true. None of the neighbors saw the girls leave not because they stayed late.

The apartment of Mr. Ch had over 25 rooms. One of those rooms had a bed and a set of what he called instruments. Some were oversized and brutal; some were legitimate instruments: pliers and a saw. Average pliers with long handles that had small demon faces sculptured on their ends. Each demon had red eyes, blinking under the neon blue lights.

Each time the purpose of the room was fulfilled, Mr. Ch would personally clean it up using water and bleach. Then, he left the room empty until the next month. There was some sense of holiday each time he had to come back into the room. He could do it at the start of the month if he was impatient, or wait till later if he felt composed.

Especially in this country, he knew he easily could hire as many cleaners as he wanted to that would not cause any trouble, but there was something conclusive in seeing the walls get white again. In seeing all the splashes slowly get wiped away by his own hand.

There were lots of pure love put into every inch of the waterproof bed, every small belt and metal part. Mr. Ch always kept his eye on anything bending or breaking which actually never happened.

After the first few times, he felt inclined to try something new. He started doing various drugs before his holiday for a whole year. Each time, different ones.

But the thing that good him good was opium. He would continue using it for all the next occasions. Usually, opioids don’t induce hallucinations. However, Mr. Ch, it seems to be, was inclined to those.

That’s when he brought Polina into the room. From the last victim’s story, we can imagine was what going on there. The girl, ready to do anything for the proposed sum, accepted getting herself tied to a huge metal reck above the bed. Mr. Ch would thoughtfully tell her the stop-word – Cabbage. He found it humorous.

He sucked, licked, and pushed everywhere he could with what he had. Then, he would take the red pliers from the bottom of the toy box. Cut by cut he would destroy the woman. Polina screamed “Cabbage” again and again, but he continued, especially concentrating on the chest.

And yet, that would be the first time Mr. Ch saw the man.

The room was rotating around and around. Even up and down a bit. Mr. Ch crawled all around the bed, going at it again and again like a feral horny animal. A tall rabbit stood in the corner of the room, staring at the bed. He suddenly approached Mr. Ch who would later share his emotions in the group chat. A group chat he made with his brother and a few other people to describe their methods.

Mr. Ch’s head went blank. He felt loved and long-awaited. Like a kid coming back home. He felt seen. Feeling safe and energetic, he wanted to touch the man. To feel him. He wanted that white glove to work.

Mr. Ch could not wait to get to the saw. The moment he finished, the rabbit disappeared.

- Accept your blessing – sweet words echoed in the room.

Women Mr. Ch used were given to him by two beauty houses. One in Belarus, one in the USA. He persuaded exclusively white European females.

The beauty houses would send these girls as escort internationally. Then, they would count them as illegal immigrants who decided to stay away from home.

28 women never returned indeed: Katerina, Polina R, Svyatoslava, Julia, Jane K, Ava, Diana Y, Stella, Birdy G (real name unknown), Elena, Zoey, Clara, Nadia, Svetlana, Jane P, Polina D, Alice, Anna, Natalia, Diana H, Eva, Summer, Tatiana, Yulia, Snezana, Emily, Alina and Avery. Almost no records remain of these people.

Katerina was the first he invited in. There were lots of cute women at his disposal at all times, so why not to try something new? To escape routine. First time, he used a whip. He liked it, wanted deeper. He used scissors to cut through her nice thighs. By the time he was finished, she was long unconscious. By the time he got an idea to bring a saw, she was already dead.

He thought pliers look more badass than scissors.

Mr. Ch said that every time he took opium, the rabbit would stand next to him like a friend, showing Mr. Ch weird gestures. The Man laughed with Mr. Ch and cried. He said, the Man wanted Mr. Ch to bring more and more women. He wanted Mr. Ch to kill them. So he did.

He said, the Man wanted to be his friend. Wanted to be together in these moments. His vision.

The rabbit began inviting other people as well. Lots of other people to share the excitement.

Mr. Ch started using more and more doses in between his holidays. He would almost never leave his apartment, lumbering around in full darkness for weeks. It smelled. Rooms now covered in layers of litter. Apart from the one room he kept clean.

No one checked up on him anyway. Not even his relatives; not anyone living with him. Not his friends and not his ex.

One funny thing is that the group chat was leaked some time before it all went down. The chat was dead by that time anyway. Some people online were able to identify who exactly was Mr. Ch. They were able to identify his city district through the origin of the expensive caviar he ordered from a local brand. That led to identifying two statues delivered to his apartment under harsh restrictions. The full investigation file was sent to local police as well as national law enforcement. The evidence was deemed not backed up by facts.

In the meantime, Mr. Ch’s neighbors reported unusually high number of sounds from the apartment. The guy from a floor below said he heard Mr. Ch slowly walking sometimes. Other times, there were lots of people running around. And other times, it was like someone jumping on all fours everywhere. There was music too.

Avery was the lucky one. Mr. Ch’s hands began uncontrollably shaking right before he invited her. She felt refreshed. A good long sleep after a long flight. She decided to eat well, despite her strict diet. Later she would regret this.

The unnaturally straight and wiry posture of the man frightened her, but she still went in. He was much less talkative than these men usually are. His skin was pale and wrinkly like dry tissues. He somehow treated his baldness that progressed past his ears half a year ago.

He cut her again and again, but he made a mistake when he cut through the leather belt. After she could move, but could not see, she punched anything she could reach. A faint crack sounded and Mr. Ch rapidly retreated from the bed. Avery understood that she should act and act fast. Her hands could not move in a coordinated manner, but she still managed to untie her right arm and legs. During that, she broke one of her nails off. The police later found it stuck in a metal lock. This was lesser of her problems.

One belt still held her neck. She could not find where it was leading to. Avery moved all around the bed like Mr. Ch before her. She tried all sides. She needed to find it before the rich man comes back.

To the left of the bed she felt something furry. Something a bit higher than the level of her eyes and warm. It did not move. At that exact moment, she felt the belt on her neck loosen. Avery threw away the latex cover from her face and took a deep breath.

She saw a stranger wearing a rabbit mask. She could barely see him behind all the tears clogging her eyes. In his hand was the belt that led to Avery's neck. It was not Mr. Ch surely, and not anyone Avery ever saw.

The poor girl thought the man would jump at her, but like a statue, he was absolutely still. Maybe there were no eyes behind that mask at all. Maybe there was no mouth to breath.

Avery got up on her bruised legs and turned to where the door must be. Mr. Ch was lying on the floor holding onto the frame. He was not moving. Avery ran out of the apartment completely naked and bleeding. She was running until she slipped on her own blood.

No one expects to find a 20-yish young American girl crying “Mama” on your doorstep.

Avery’s throat was so sore that she could not talk for almost a week. Authorities arranged only one interview. She died a few days later from a progressive skin infection.

She told that she thought someone was walking next to the bed during the torment Mr. Ch put her through. Someone laughing and walking in the halls. Someone was whispering from the depth of the home.

Every carpet in the apartment had lots of footprints. Both human and animal-like.

Mr. Ch died from heavy shock caused by a trauma in the groin area. He unexplainably made it only more severe using the pliers. For some reason, he stuck them in there, down to the bone.

He cried before his death. There were abnormal amounts of dopamine in his system and almost no adrenaline. His body hair was found to be mutated to a bright white color.

Ch family immediately disowned the boy and told the press that they are sorry. The government spammed this news for a couple of weeks before going silent.

No one else was arrested.