The Villain's RE:Life

Chapter 167: Doctor Death, Dr. Harlow Sheffield (1)

The process of getting a ticket and boarding a train as a five-year-old was a pain in the ass, requiring the use of my coercion, and even as I sat down and had my ticket punched by the conductor, I could feel the uncomfortable stare of curious eyes on me at all times.

Even so, because it was an evening train, and the trip would only take 2 hours and 6 minutes, I did my best to ignore the prying eyes, which were concerned about the fact that I was alone.

Regardless of all that bullshit, I had a task to complete, and for me, that was more than enough to focus on other things. Crossing my arms and closing my eyes, I entered my Imagination library and casually strolled over to the section about Serial Killers.

Upon reaching the section of my library housing 12 different rows with hundreds and hundreds of books about the topic, I ran my hand along the book spines, tapping them lightly until I found a decently sized tome with the name Doctor Death printed in skeletal font.

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Eventually, when Harlow was 17, his mother finally succumbed to her illness, and that was the trigger that would inevitably send Harlow down the destructive path he took.

It was as if something clicked for the young man, and he would go on to study medicine and graduate medical school in 1970.

For the next several years, he would bounce around different facilities and even had a small incident where he was caught forging prescriptions for personal use and was fined 600 British Pounds before being sent off to a drug rehab center.

After that, he struggled to land a job until eventually settling down as a General Practice Physician in a small town of roughly 60,000 people named Hyde in Greater Manchester around 1977.

While it was basically unknown if he had started that early with his killings or not, and there is no solid evidence of such, the earliest records show his Serial Murders began around 1975 and continued onward, but it wouldn’t be until he separated from the clinic he worked at and started his own in 1993 that things would begin spiraling out of control.

Sophisticated and egotistical, Harlow would come up with multiple schemes, many of which involved tricking his victims into signing over everything they owned to him in their Wills before he killed them. From there, he would rake in the profits and go on killing.

Now, the biggest issue he would inevitably face was procuring his tool of murder, morphine, which, even in the Origin Timeline, was considered a controlled and heavily regulated medication.

Just because he was a doctor and could write prescriptions didn’t mean that he had unlimited access to the extremely powerful narcotic; no, he needed to come up with a means to acquire the said drug, and when he did, that was where the true unraveling began.