I'd walk down to the gravel trail, and made my way to the tavern.
As I walked up, I noticed a lone woman, wandering around, clearly drunk.
I un-sheathed my dagger, and crouched.
I snuck up behind her, and kicked the back of her knee, knocking her down.
I covered her mouth, and plunged my dagger into her chest, several times.
I'd drag her into the forest, hidden.
I'd wipe off the blood of my dagger, and sheathe it.
I'd take out my hatchet, and start hacking off her limbs.
I'd take them, and throw them in the woods, in seperate parts.
I'd take off my outer clothes, and put on my spare clothes.
I made sure to clean off my blades, and any marks of blood.
( I never stored a body in any trash can. )
( I always bury them, or hide them deep in the woods.
( Sometimes dropping them in the secluded pond, that few knew about. )
I'd walk away from the body parts, and make my way to the back door of my house.
I opened it up silently, and closed it.
I'd lock it, and deadbolt it.
I'd creep to my room, locking it aswell.