Fred walked down the streets of New York City. Fred was what people call a night walker, and night walkers never really socialize with other people. New York City was a very large city with a fantastic sky line. Everyone wanted to move there, but no one wanted to leave. Now Fred being a night walker doesn’t have much. He lives in an abandon printing factory on 17th street New Yor, New York. All he owns is a shirt, pants, a jacket, and a pair of shoes. He’s not poor nor rich he just doesn’t need most objects regular people think they need. He never comes out in the day, but walks the streets at night. Lately there have been a series of murders involving a needle, and a thread. Two puncture wounds to the neck and then they have been sewn closed. No one knows, but Fred was the culprit.

The catch though Fred doesn’t own a needle or thread. What is going on?