Women Alone the Victims of Strange, Savage Killer!
Come to laugh, come to cry, come to terms... again.
One Uses Her Beauty For Love! One Uses Her Lure For Blood!
The music lover. He had a love of life. But was torn by it. He reached out for the sensual. And was burned by it. His genius demanded a price. And he paid it.
What's the worst thing you've ever done?
There Is A Time Of Beauty... There Is A Day Of Yearning... There Is An "AGE OF CONSENT"!
If you steal $300,000 from the mob, it's not robbery. It's suicide.