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And then I noticed some red in the water and a blanket, a blue blanket with hair underneath, which I had to convince myself with moss.

Well, I hope you appreciate this one, because I had to drag my depressed ass out of bed after what happened in Minneapolis this week.

This is Sword and Scale, episode three hundred and fifteen.

Let's go, I guess.

In the quiet city of Beaverton, Oregon, life moves at a predictable pace.

Those who live there usually know what to expect.

Families dine and cozy restaurants, children play in well kept parks, and parents only rarely have to worry about the few dreadlocked gypsies that have migrated from downtown Portland.

And before you complain about me using the word gypsy because it offends you, just realize that I don't give a shit.

But despite a few dirty hippies here and there, Beaverton seems like a wonderful place.

I mean, it was originally named after all the beaver dams they had.

What's cuter than that?

Once a relatively small community, Beaverton has maintained its reputation as a safe place for both residents and business owners.

It's also quite beautiful, naturally, a lot of the West Coast is except for the people.

Of course, citizens value safety hugely here, but our department shines.

It keeps us safe and it's highly valued.

And that's absolutely another key reason to why businesses locate here in value being here in Beaverton.

Aside from becoming home to corporate giants such as Nike and Tektronics, the city's public transit is another unique contributor to its booming economy.

Beaverton is on the easterly edge of Washington County, and it is really the hub for transport to choices.

We've got great transit options here.

We have the Max Train, the West Train.

We also have a tremendous bus network.

Despite its growth, Beaverton's wooded trails, quiet streams, and parks are what make the city unique.

It's got the best of both worlds.

But like anywhere, there are aspects of Beaverton that aren't exactly advertised on postcards or in travel brochures.

It's not an escape for everyone.

For many the forests of the Pacific Northwest are less a refuge and more of a last resort, a place where the ever growing homeless population struggles to survive when there's nowhere else to go.

Sixteen year old Daniel Ryan Gore was one of the city's underbelly residents.

But he wasn't living in the woods out of necessity.

He was there by choice.

In his eyes, anything was better than living at home with his parents.

He was born in Oklahoma, and his family moved to Beaverton when he was only eleven years old.

A short time later, they relocated again, this time to the more affordable town of Salem.

What thought you guys?

Oh okay, I think it was one of my parents' jobs.

And then you got too.

Was it the Beaberton area initially into the New New York And so mom and dad are down there.

Do you have any family up in this area?

We are.

Allegedly, his parents did what they could to provide him with better opportunities.

I have my doubts, but Daniel wasn't like most kids.

He started feeling more like an outsider with each passing year.

Constantly moving around and being placed in new school districts made it hard for Daniel to make friends.

He struggled academically and spent most afternoons at the lunch table alone.

He was often seen wearing headphones blaring heavy metal and rap music to block out the world around him.

Eventually, Daniel did break out of his shell, but not in a good way.

By the time he entered high school, Daniel had established a reputation as a class clown, and instead of being the popular funny guy, he was more known as the weird goth kid who would randomly scream and class for laughs that were rarely received.

As he strayed further from his peers, he leaned more into music, connecting with underground artists more than any of his classmates.

That's when Daniel discovered Seven, a progressive metal rapper out of Atlanta, Georgia.

He was pretty obsessed with this artist, like loved everything he did, every song he came out with, every post he made.

He would re post like Instagram videos or tiktoks about people.

Other people obsessing over this artist.

On the rare occasion when Daniel did converse with other students, Seven and his latest song became the only thing he cared to talk about.

He was fixated.

Unfortunately, the other kids weren't that interested.

It wasn't long after that Daniel convinced himself he just didn't belong, not just in school, but in society.

Right around that time, he dropped out and had plans to run away from home.

Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, he packed an oversized duffel bag and bought a bus ticket to Portland.

Without any savings or a place to go, he ended up living on the streets of Oregon's busiest city.

I'm sure you've seen the homeless encampments out there and all the rioting and drug use.

Daniel found himself in parks or underneath the overhang of the First Interstate Bank.

After a few months, he eventually got sick of being woken up by cops or having business owners kick him off their property.

That's when he decided he needed to move somewhere more remote, somewhere quiet and safe from all the tweakers roaming around downtown Portland like zombies.

Nothing says compassion like continuing to let that happen.

Anyway, While he certainly could have gone back home to his parents in Salem, that thought never crossed his mind.

After hopping on one of the computers inside the city library, and a few Google searches later, it was settled.

Sixteen year old Daniel was headed back to Beaverton.

Okay, So you.

Take a bus from stay Along to Wilsonville and then you get on the map shrink in Wilsonville and there okay, And it's three bucks for that long to that.

Shot a bo Okay.

By now, he was well versed in public transportation, so hopping on a bus at Union Station was nothing new.

After panhandling long enough to afford a one way ticket, Daniel was on the next bus out of town.

When he arrived, Daniel spent the little cash he had left on supplies with plans to set up camp in the woods.

After walking for miles, he eventually came across the Progress Ridge shopping center in Beaverton's south end.

At an ace hardware store inside the plaza, he purchased a camping tent and blue blanket before walking through the parking lot towards the tree line.

As he finished setting up camp, Daniel felt a sense of calm wash over him.

His new home was quiet, serene.

Besides the faint noise of cars and the shopping mall roughly two football fields away.

Daniel had the woods all to himself.

If he needed something to eat, he'd walk the short distance to the shopping stone center to dig through the dumpsters for food that had been recently tossed away.

When that didn't work, he'd hit New Season's Market, an overpriced grocery store located in the plaza where the rich folk of Beaverton shopped.

Luckily, for Daniel, money was no object, literally he had none.

Right before the last register was about to close, Daniel would stroll the aisles, pretending to shop, before secretly stuffing a package of hot dogs or a can of chili in his coat pocket.

After that, he walked across the parking lot into the woods, where he'd start a campfire and cook himself a meal.

A stolen one doesn't sound that bad, to.

Be honest, how long have you been stand.

In the texts, Daniel had been living outside for a couple of months up to this point.

As much as he enjoyed the privacy, he was I was a sixteen year old boy, and eventually Daniel got bored.

That's when he started frequenting the shopping mall more often, not to steal hot dogs, but to socialize.

The AMC movie theater at the Plaza was one of the main places Daniel started hanging out.

Eventually he met some kids his age who, like him, had nothing else to do on a Friday night but catch the late night showing of Avatar two.

Didn't see it, but I heard that was shit.

Finally Daniel had a solid group of friends.

For the first time ever, he felt accepted.

Imagine that the local teens who attended high school in Beaverton, a few miles down the road, knew he was homeless, but never judged him.

If anything, they were concerned for his well being, especially when the colder months rolled around.

One day in January twenty twenty two, Daniel arrived at the AMC Theater to meet up with his new friends, but they noticed his clothes were soaking wet.

It was clear he'd been struggling to survive in this tent just a couple hundred yards away.

Daniel told his friends he was fine, but after visiting the camp, they knew from the damaged tarps ready to cave in from the fresh snowfall that they really needed to get Daniel out of the woods.

I wonder what his parents were doing.

Around this time, I was having friends over.

I had recently met a new group and they asked me to invite one of their friends over, and I said yes.

During one particular visit to a friend's home, Daniel and a group of others were hanging out watching TV.

At one point, while the group was eating a meal the mother prepared, Daniel's friend mentioned that he was homeless.

I was made aware that he didn't have a house, and I told my mother that, and she started crying and told me he could do his laundry whenever he wanted.

The girl's mother instantly broke into tears and insisted he stay with them that night.

Well, he wasn't used to accepting a helping hand.

This time he did and was genuinely thankful.

From that point forward, anytime the weather was harsh, the mother of Daniel's friend insisted he stay with them.

Eventually it started snowing, and my mom was even more sad and wanted him to be safe and let him stay the night every once in a while when it was really cold.

At different times when he was hungry, she would of course let him eat our food, and sometimes I'm pretty sure got him canned food from either pantries or our pantry.

One night, when Daniel showed up at the door, the mom surprised him with a gift.

It was a brand new orange puffer coat.

Daniel couldn't have been more grateful, as the weather was only getting worse.

Turn the favor, Daniel would offer to help around the house during his overnight stays.

He was polite and came across as a genuine teenager who just needed some help.

Accepting it, though, was something Daniel struggled with.

After retreating back to his campsite and vanishing behind the trees, Daniel started to isolate himself again, left with nothing but his thoughts and dark lyrics from heavy metal music crackling through his cheap headphones.

As the snow continued to fall, his friends and their families feared that Daniel might not make it through the night.

But it wasn't just the harsh elements that they had to be concerned with, as there was no way of knowing the sheer violence that was about to unfold in those very same Oregon woods.

For Daniel Gore, life wasn't easy.

At just sixteen years old, he left home with no plan and barely enough cash to purchase a bus ticket to Portland, Oregon.

When life on the streets became too harsh, he sought refuge in the nearby woods of Beaverton and set up camp behind the Progress Ridge Shopping Center.

Unfortunately, with homelessness often comes danger and sometimes the threat of extreme violence.

While he struggled to find his way in the world, any chance of starting over for Daniel was inevitably destroyed when a harrowing discovery was made on May tenth, twenty twenty two, past three pm, a group of local residents was walking along Barrows Road before veering onto the west Side Regional Trailhead, directly located behind the Progress Ridge Shopping Center in Beaverton.

We walked through into the forest wooded area and walked around for a while.

We didn't see much.

After a short trek, they came across a pair of ripped sweatpants hanging from a branch, as well as a pair of high top converse sneakers that were stuck in the mud.

The group became worried almost immediately after walking towards the items, they noticed something else.

And then I noticed some red in the water and a blanket A blue blanket with hair underneath, which I had convinced myself with moss.

The blanket was draped over a shallow creek that ran through the woods.

As they neared closer, they noticed the raised and pression of something underneath.

What was even more suspicious was that the blanket had been weighed down by several logs and rocks.

It was at this point that the group stepped back and shocked, before running out of the woods and notifying police.

Are you talking about this little spot way down the years?

Okay?

Do you guys want to wait way up here for me?

And then we'll come back up.

And in a few minutes.

When authorities arrived, the scene was immediately secured as people started to swarm around the caution tape perimeter.

I saw like a bevy of cops in like a circle.

Seems like they were doing a search.

I was very surprised to all the police here.

I mean, I had to connect the dots.

They're they're being very you know, quiet about it.

All that well, the vast presence of s UV's and police users lined the streets just behind them and down the small ravine.

Crime scene texts started carefully gathering evidence in the woods.

Well, I could tell about the blanket that it appeared it was weighted down and there was definitely something under it.

It looked like I had noticed human hair in the water, and at some point I think I pointed that out.

Upon examining the blanket waiting in the water, forensics started lifting the stones and debris.

We removed the blanket and it was photographed in place.

There were multiple branches and large rocks that had been placed on the body to hold it down and in place in the water.

The body of a deceased teenage victim was found.

The individual was completely nude except for their socks.

Ligature marks were visible on their neck.

The face was swollen and bruised.

Investigators then took notice of one of the victim's fingernails.

It actually had been snapped back at the nail bed and it was just kind of hanging.

The victim's family was notified immediately.

That same evening.

The city of Beaverton, Oregon, fell into a collective state of shock when authorities released the name of the teen found dead in the woods.

We want to get straight to some breaking news out of Beaverton tonight.

Police say they've found the body of a missing.

Student tonight, we know the circumstances surrounding the girl's death are suspicious.

At around seven am on Monday, May ninth, a Cell Lee arrives home from her overnight shift at the Nike store in Beaverton.

She hasn't seen her daughter, Milana since the evening before when she left for work.

She calls out for her, but there's no answer.

Thinking Milana must have simply left early for school, she decides to check her daughter's bedroom just to be sure.

When a Cell cracks open the door, Uneasiness sets in when she notices milan This book bag is still in the corner of the room.

A Cell starts making phone calls and reaches out to Milana's friends, but no one is seen or heard from her or worry deepens.

She calls the school, hoping for reassurance, only to learn that Milana never showed up that day.

This is when panic starts to set in.

After nearly twenty four hours and still no sign of her, a Cell and a group of Milana's friends take to the streets and nearby woods, retracing her usual route, but then they find something off the wooded trails of Barrows Road.

Scattered along the damp forest floor are Milana's shoes and torn pajama pants, the same items she was last seen wearing.

Moments later, they spot a blue blanket lying flat over a slow running creek.

Unaware at that moment that beneath that pile of debris is Milana's savagely beaten body.

Yeah, it's just horribly sad.

Officers say that that young lady was Milana Lee.

And we're just finding out about this in the past hour or.

So, and already some community members have put.

Flowers here near where her body was found.

They found her body in a small stream over here.

This is the west Side Linear Park near the West Side Trail.

Police just left this scene.

They had this all blocked off near Barrows Road for this investigation.

Once the body was removed from the water and transported by the corner in preparation for an autopsy, a group of investigators expanded their search and proceeded further into the woods.

It wasn't long before they came across a homeless encampment roughly two hundred yards from Progress Ridge Shopping Center.

The site appeared to have been someone's long term dwelling as indicated by a series of tarps meticulously tied from various trees covering the small camping tent.

Fresh food wrappers and recently burnt embers inside a small fire pit suggested that whoever was staying there hadn't left long before police arrived.

Directly adjacent to the camping tent was the discarded packaging of a blanket consistent with the same blanket used to conceal Milana's body.

The authorities searched inside the tent, they found a diary.

Upon reading it, they immediately took notice of the phrase I feel like dexter ominously written inside the journal.

Something else that struck the deputy's azad was a collage of artwork found etched into a nearby tree.

Chiseled into the bark were several skulls with joker type smiles, adorned with a unique set of devil horns each of the cartoons heads.

It was unclear what the images were, but all the pocket knife carvings depicted a rendition of the same character.

Back at the primary crime scene, additional items of evidentiary value were being collected In addition to the clothing and broken fingernail.

The victim's purse was found a few meters north waiting in the creek.

The bag was partially filled with water and missing one of its leather straps.

Investigators eventually recovered the missing strap in a nearby bush.

Inside the purse was Milana's phone case, but her device was missing.

We did an emergency connection with her phone through T Mobile to try to get her Latin longitude, but where her cell phone was last seen so we would have an idea of where to start looking.

Once a subpoena was successfully filed through Milana's phone carrier, authorities learned that her device showed activity throughout Beaverton several hours after the murder and had just recently been powered off.

Upon accessing the victim's final texts and online messages, they found a Facebook correspondence that started the afternoon she disappeared.

This conversation was between Milana and a sixteen year old named Daniel Gore surprised, huh, come on, this is sortan scale.

On May eighth, twenty twenty two, Milana contacted Daniel at around two thirty pm.

She asked him what his plans were that afternoon.

Daniel responded to the message stating he was at the local library so that he could use the Internet.

The fuck is the purpose of libraries in twenty twenty five now that we have the Internet?

Oh right, masturbatoriums for homeless people and a huge waste of taxpayer money.

If you asked me, leave your outrage in the comments, Karen.

Anyway, Eventually the two arranged to meet up Daniel and Milana with the intention of getting drunk with some mutual friends.

Over the course of several hours, Milana and Daniel continued to communicate on Facebook.

Milana sent several more messages asking Daniel who would be joining them that evening.

Daniel responded by providing the names of one male and at least two other girls, but said he wasn't sure if they were going to make it.

At around six pm, location data placed Milana at her residence before traveling towards the shopping plaza less than half a mile away.

At six thirty pm, Milana's cell phone pinged at Menshi's Frozen Yogurt at the Progress Ridge Shopping Center.

Surveillance footage from inside the business corroborated Milana's location when she was seen entering Menshe's accompanied by a male teenager.

It depicts May eighth, twenty twenty two.

It will show Daniel Gore and Malana Lee together around six forty pm, enter the location and a leave three minutes later.

Milana is seen in the footage wearing pajama pants and high top converse sneakers as she orders a cup of frozen yogurt, while the male suspect is captured on camera wearing a bright orange puffer jacket.

Minutes later, surveillance captures Milana and the suspect walking through the parking lot to a bus stop.

The two are seen boarding a bus before its doors close and they start traveling eastbound.

Minutes later, they're captured on surveillance a few blocks away, exiting the bus at a nearby intersection before boarding another one.

The evidence indicated that the pair rode a series of buses for a total of twenty five minutes before finally getting off at a walgreen It's less than a mile north of where the trip started.

Imagine riding public buses for fun.

What it is to be young and stupid.

The next time the pair was spotted was at seven forty five pm, walking south in the vicinity of the shopping Plaza and approaching the West Side Regional Trail.

This is the very last time Malala ley is caught on him and was haunting about this energy.

She has no idea did in just over an hour her life.

Would be ticket.

After identifying the individual who was believed to be Daniel Gore, of course, investigators started looking into his online activity.

Through both his Facebook and Instagram messages, authorities were able to track down friends of the suspect who he'd been communicating with before and after the murder.

Hours after Milana's body was found, detectives arrived at an apartment complex in Beaverton, where a female friend of Daniel's met them in the doorway and welcomed them inside.

As they entered the home, one of the officers immediately noticed what was hanging on a nearby coat rack.

There was an orange goose down puffy coat hanging at the entrance.

The coat had a noticeable amount of mud on the hood, and there was also a bag of laundry in the living room that I later learned was potentially relevant.

When authorities asked the girl who the jacket belonged to, she said Daniel.

She went on to say that he regularly stayed over on cold nights due to the fact he was homeless.

When asked when she saw him last, the suspect's friend told police on May eighth, at around eight forty five pm, wearing the orange jacket, I.

Noticed scratches on his face and I asked him how he got those, along with how he had met on his pants, and he said he fell.

According to her statements to police, he was acting a bit strange at the time.

He was more standoffish, which was another observation my mom and I talked about.

But I was definitely disappointed because he's usually really respectful to my mom.

He was abnormally quiet and at one point retreated to the bathroom.

He went to the restroom to make a private call, which wasn't normal for him, and so it was kind of secretive.

According to the witness, Daniel changed his clothes a short time later before leaving the residents.

After gaining permission to search the property, investigators made their way to the garage.

Inside one of the trash cans was a pair of men's jeans soaked in water and covered in dirt.

After tracing Daniel's call made from his friend's bathroom, investigators were led to a young woman named Eva, Daniel's ex girlfriend who had known him since the third grade.

It was a really, really unhealthy relationship.

There was a lot of codependency from both sides in my relationship with him.

I was very isolated from the people in my life, including my parents and friends, and really he was the main support that I felt I had.

Long before Daniel was homeless and wanted for suspicion of murder, Eva was one of the few friends he had.

She herself was a loner, which led the two of them to form a deeply codependent and emotionally unstable relationship.

When they first started dating years before, Eva became increasingly defiant towards authority figures, a character trait surely mimicked and learned by her boy friend Daniel.

Over the years, they fed off each other's chaos, cycling between intense closeness and explosive arguments.

We were both very extremely reliant on each other emotionally.

We needed to be in contact almost constantly.

There were times where if I wouldn't answer him, he would find.

He would always find a way.

If it wasn't text, he would find.

Ever since we'd started dating in eighth grade, he would find a way to email me or even text me from an xbox.

Like most toxic relationships, Eva and Daniel brought out the worst in each other, and when she inevitably started to pull away, Daniel became increasingly erratic and controlling.

He was an extremely jealous person.

He didn't want me having guy friends or really contact with any guys.

Anytime I mentioned any guy saying anything like one just called me a nickname, he would threaten them and literally say like, oh, I want to kill them.

These behaviors didn't go unnoticed by Eva's friends, but more notably her parents.

You see, they were actually paying attention.

He would make me feel like he was the only person that could make me feel loved or happy, and would encourage me to do things to go against my father or my parents in general, which really created a big divide between me and my family.

Eva's parents were so worried about her safety that they eventually put the relationship to an end for her.

Sometimes you gotta just do what you gotta do, even if your kids hate you for it.

As long as she was living under their roof, Eva was no longer allowed to see Daniel.

From that point on.

Well, she may not have seen it at the time.

Being exiled from Daniel very well may have saved her life.

But it wasn't just women and Daniel had a problem with.

It was the law as well.

Roughly three months before Milana was found dead, faced down in a creek, Daniel was placed on probation in February twenty twenty two.

At the time, the juvenile courts of Salem, Oregon, found him guilty of multiple offenses, including second degree theft, criminal mischief, and arson.

According to court records, Daniel was arrested after attempting to burn down a movie theater in the Portland area.

As a result, the Washington County DA recommended that he beheld in juvenile detention, but despite the DA's concerns for public safety, the Washington County Juvenile Department released him back to his family in Salem.

I mean, they'd done such a great job up until this point.

Weeks later, Daniel ran away from his home to start a new life as a homeless person living in the woods of Beaverton.

What a life.

In April of that year, Daniel's father emailed Salem's Juvenile department to inform them that his son might be somewhere in the Beaverton area, but for whatever reason, Daniel's father was ignored and the Juvenile Department failed to notify the DA or the local police.

Despite their breakup, Eva and Daniel continued to communicate regularly, and while there was physical distance between the two, he managed to keep an emotional hold on her, But as time passed, she was able to see the situation for what it actually was.

Over time, I had separation from Daniel, and so there was a lot less of that fear in that.

Also, like I loved him and I wanted to be able to have him in my life, and so as there was time in my life where he wasn't a part of it, it became a lot easier to see the situation without the emotional lens.

When Eva was ultimately questioned by police after a body was found in the woods, she admitted that Daniel called her from his friend's house not long after Milana was last seen alive.

He's calling me, and he sounded stressed or upset in some way, and he started telling me that like he had done something and he couldn't tell me what it was, and so I kept like pressing and pushing, being like what did you do?

Where were you?

Because at this point, like I have no idea what's going on, and he's just telling me like I did something bad, Like I can't tell you what it is.

I was just telling me that he had gone to hang out with Milana and was just telling me that he did something.

He took care of it, he handled it, and was implying that he had done something bad to her.

After speaking with the suspects ex girlfriend, locating him became that much more dire as he was still out there walking amongst the public.

We were following up on every lead.

I would encourage people, no matter how small they think, that their tip is to call us in because it could be that thing that leads us to the portion of the case that we need to solve.

It became clear from the very start that Daniel Gore was much more dangerous than the innocent drifter he portrayed himself as to his friends around Beaverton.

His exact connection to the victim was still unknown, but as someone who knows the woods of Beaverton better than anyone else, there was no telling where he was given the state in which he left Milana's body not far from his campsite.

Authorities weren't blind to the fact that provided the opportunity, there wasn't much stopping Daniel from committing further acts of violence.

Then, on the evening of May tenth, authorities received a call from a state member of the Murray School's Branch library and Masturbatorium in Beaverton.

The caller told dispatch that he believed a man matching Daniel's description was using the Internet and sitting at one of the computer kiosks.

When officers were dispatched, Daniel spotted police with their guns drawn as they made their way through the front door.

As I approached kind of more of the backside of the library, I saw a gentlemen that kind of matched his description get up and run out the back door.

As he fled through an emergency exit, Deputies chased after him, but somehow Daniel managed to escape.

That little fucker was fast back inside the library.

One of the staff members stood guard at the computer the suspect was using, only to notice a Facebook Messenger tab still active on the screen.

While he glanced at the conversation between the suspect and one of his friends.

The library employee retrieved a roll of Scotch tape and a piece of computer paper to cover the screen until police could take a closer look.

I saw two lines of print.

They said, comps are here.

I think they're looking for Milana.

Immediately following his escape, all units were dispatched to the surrounding areas.

Within the hour, police retrieved a tip that the suspect had been spotted entering a nearby apartment unit located a few blocks away.

As officers surrounded the complex, they eventually noticed movement upon a second story balcony.

The individual pressed against the wall, attempting to hide, and was quickly identified as their suspect.

Daniel was surrounded, and, after realizing there was nowhere to run, he walked out of the building's main entrance with his hands in the air.

As he made his way towards the officers, they could see he was holding something while being placed in cuffs.

One of the deputies ripped the object away from him, only to find what appeared to be a white Halloween mask that was an exact replica of the skull drawings etched into a tree at Daniel's campsite in early May of twenty twenty two, Acel Lee returned home from an overnight shift to find that her daughter, Milana, was missing.

At first, she assumed she may have left early that morning for school, but as the hours passed and Milana failed to answer her phone, concern turned into panic Assel and a group of Milana's friends started searching the neighborhood, calling out for her.

Their efforts led them to a trailhead off of Barrows Road, where they found her shoes and torn pajama pants scattered near a wooded area.

The search came to a tragic end on May tenth, when Milana's loved ones stumbled upon a blue blanket in a shallow creek just off the West Side Regional Trail.

Underneath it, weighed down by rocks and logs, was Milana's lifeless body.

She had been beaten, strangled, and left for dead.

The discovery triggered a full scale homicide investigation, prompting authorities to piece together her last known movements.

Data pulled from Milana's device showed that she'd been active on Facebook the afternoon she disappeared, chatting with a sixteen year old named Daniel Gore.

Their conversation revealed plans to meet up that evening in surveill footage later confirmed they'd spent the night wandering through Beaverton, boarding buses and eventually making their way into the woods.

Authorities ultimately tracked their suspect to a public library.

When police arrived, Daniel fled, only to be arrested a short time later when he was found hiding at a friend's apartment.

With their suspect now in custody.

Detectives finally had the opportunity to speak with Daniel when he was brought in for questioning and try to piece together why you have the right.

To remain silent.

They can understand what that means.

Okay, tell me what that means?

Right?

So when when did you argue?

Very want to talk to me about what you've and staying stuff.

It was a states An area.

The conversation started off casually, with detectives asking Daniel about his day to day life.

He seemed excited when the topic of the library came up.

I wonder why he was eager to tell detectives how he spent a lot of his time watching police body camp footage and true crime videos on YouTube of all things.

All right, yeah, we don't we don't like that or anything like that or nothing like that.

Body camp done?

Is it really that interesting?

Usually that's the most fascinating thing you've seen.

I've seen so many comes to top.

Also, I don't remember how I watching.

I don't remember.

Can I haven't mind saying about it?

Oh, actually no, I don't want any of lot I watched.

It's called Code Blue game.

I don't know.

Eventually, the conversation shifted to the night of May eighth, twenty twenty two, the last night Milana Lee was seen alive.

Daniel admitted that he and Milana had been drinking alcohol together that evening, and that he was drunk before the two boarded the first bus.

Now here's an idea for a law that makes sense.

I'm sure you legal experts will tell me in the comments.

Why is it legal to sell alcohol or any other vices for that matter, to the homeless?

Can you give me a good reason for that?

Why don't we just make it illegal across the board federally.

That sure as hell would be a deterrent to becoming homeless in the first place.

And then you said you were drinking any monius was like Nike started induction alcohol person, So how did you get your hands on that.

Good connections.

Daniel described how it was raining heavily that night, yet struggled to recall any other key details.

He insisted that he and Lana eventually parted ways and that when the night was over, he simply went back to his tent alone.

That's when detectives decided to confront Daniel about the blatant scratches covering his face and arms.

Help me understand how you got the scratches on the outside of your right.

Hand walls like brick walls.

Okay, when did you do that to your uh?

There you go.

The authorities were certain Daniel was already well aware, detectives chose to inform him that Milana had been found dead in the woods just hours before.

So I have some news about Milana, okay, and I want to share with you.

She was found today.

She was diseased, Yes, female aware.

Well that's what yeah, you but you know, we're out chatting with people to find out you know, it's.

Much information as that can She would sound kind of the progress area.

So I wanted to talk to you about what.

You may know that you give us, you know, points in a direction of who we can talk to or.

Well, do you know anything about how she may have died?

Because I'll be honest with you too, because, like chat said, I was doing this for quite a while.

If you're pretty.

I guess unemotional when we give you news that you were the last person seen with someone who has now deceased.

To me, there doesn't doesn't seem to be any worry or it's just kind of this flag affect.

I mean sort of like it's just like I don't know how to descarded.

It's just like because I didn't know that well, stuff like that, stuff like involved stuff.

I guess I'm just like I've seen.

I'm just like, yeah, stuff like that.

What kind of death is that you familiar?

With?

Some of my friends as into I'm sure you mail like cour videos.

They would watch that on or on and was just I saw it on it was just like seeing it too much and it was.

Like Daniel Gore is into Gore.

Great, I'm gonna go ahead and leave the dad jokes out of this one.

The story's pissing me off more than anything.

A lot of people that live in your position would at least be a little bit worried or concerned they're the last person to be seen with the dead girl.

Just like I said, I've been very sensitized.

Daniel was then asked if authorities could expect to find his DNA at the crime scene.

The one is her DNA found the affair.

Else there's either be any DNA inside her body or anywhere line her body that would have otherwise he'd ever up with clothes.

While he denied any involvement in the crime throughout his police interview, the evidence doesn't lie, and the truth behind what really happened to Milana that night in the woods is well, let's just put it this way.

The following description of events is speculative based on all the available police reports and witness testimony and all the other information we could find, but it captures a broad truth of what happened that night.

Here we go.

It was just before eight pm on May eighth.

The rain is pouring down heavily in Beaverton, Oregon, and Milana and Daniel are approaching the woods behind the Progress Ridge Shopping Center.

They'd spent the better part of the evening riding city buses and sneaking SIPs of alcohol hidden inside Daniel's backpack.

The sixteen year old has downed more than a few of his pre mixed margaritas, Milana's only had a single corona.

As the two make their way towards the West Side Regional trailhead, they eventually exit the park's surveillance camera's frame.

The distant street lights beyond the trees slowly fade away with each step they take into the woods as they trudge through the mud along the narrow path.

The alcohol in Daniel's belly keeps him warm.

The two laugh intermittently on their trek as the rain drops over the thick canopy of leaves above.

Somewhere along their route, Milana's carefree demeanor shifts a bit.

She looks around, only to realize how included she is now alone in the darkness with a boy she barely knows.

The thrill of underage drinking has worn off, and Milana tells Daniel she'd better get back home.

Daniel stops in his tracks and turns to Milana, but says nothing.

With a drunken grin.

He steps towards Milana and presses his dirt covered palms around her waist.

She stiffens and both disgusted and surprised, but Daniel persists and leans in to kiss her.

Immediately, she rejects his advances and shoves him.

She turns to leave, but Daniel reaches for her arm and pulls her body into his.

Milana swipes at his arm, and Daniel becomes enraged.

As Milana turns to run, she's knocked to the ground from a harsh shove to the back, setting her purse flying through the air.

She hits the dirt and screams for help.

Without a second to react, Daniel's fist lands on the side of her cheek.

Milana raises her hands in defence, but not quickly enough.

As Daniel delivers a series of blows.

She has a number of examples of blunt injury.

In particular, we can see some bruising on her left shoulder and on the left side of her face.

As the rain water mixes with the blood now pouring from Milana's nose, she manages to get to her feet, but her shoes seep deep into the mud.

With her feet planted, unable to move, Milana claws and swings her hands wildly, scratching Daniel's face and hands in the process.

This only infuriates him more, and Daniel throws another right hook, splitting Milana's lip as she falls to the ground again.

While laying on her back, Malana continues to rake her nails across her attacker's face, being one of them off and.

Not only did it take the prosthetic nail, but it also took her native nail underneath and pulled it up.

She tries to crawl away, but Daniel flips her body over and forces his way on top of her.

With his knees pressed into Milana's ribs, Daniel proceeds to choke her.

He then reaches for her purse just inches away.

One of the last things Milana sees is the strap of the purse raise over her head before feeling it wrapped tightly around her neck.

Daniel pulls back on the leather strap as hard as he can, becoming aroused at the sight of Milana's life leaving her body.

Eventually, the purse strap snaps and the woods becomes silent.

Daniel stands over Milana's corpse with the ligature dangling uselessly in his hand, but he isn't finished and now plans to take what he came for.

Now that the victim is no longer a threat, Daniel removes Milana's mud covered converses before ripping off her pajama bottoms and top layers of clothing.

He undos his belt buckle before pulling down his jeans past his waist.

Daniel is a necrophiliac.

The source of the blood in the vagina was this laceration in the hymen.

Milana's autopsy confirmed she had been raped.

The post mortem examination showed visible signs of bruising and tearing to her vaginal walls, along with the presence of male DNA located inside the victim's body.

Once finished with his depraved act, Daniel moves methodically through the woods, the ones he knows like the back of his hand.

He arrives at his campsite moment slater, where he retrieves a blue blanket inside his tent.

After retracing his steps through the dark and back to the crime scene, Daniel dragged Milana toward a shallow creek located just a few feet away.

At the water's edge, he rolls her over face down for draping the blanket over her.

He then rushes to gather several rocks and logs and toss them on top of the fabric to better conceal the body.

Then he grabs Milana's cell phone from her purse before fleeing into the night, leaving the purse, clothing, ligature, and his DNA behind.

The medical examiner's opinion was that the primary cause of death came as a result of manual strangulation, but the water found in Milana's lungs presented the possibility that she may have still been alive at the time her body was dumped in the creek the horror.

In this case, evidence that would indicate drowning include that frothy liquid that was coming out of her nose that might be seen in a.

Drowning, corroborated by cell phone data, surveillance and witness statements.

Daniel arrived at his friend's house across town a short time later.

After discarding his genes in the trash and changing out of his clothes, he excused himself to the bathroom, where he called his ex girlfriend Eva, only to be arrested roughly two days later.

Tonight, we know the name of the juvenile charged with murdering Milana.

Lead was found dead at a Beaverton park last week.

The Washington County Sheriff's Office in The DA's office says the alleged killer is sixteen year old Daniel Gore.

They say Gore was on probation for nonviolent charges, including theft and arson.

Gore was charged with first degree murder in juvenile court yesterday.

Did that motherfucker just say that arson is a nonviolent crime?

What is it with the media these days?

Mostly peaceful protests?

Get the fuck out of here.

In addition to first degree murder, he was later charged with first degree rape.

Given the fact that he was a juvenile, a key legal battle inevitably emerged concerning whether Gore would be tried as an adult.

According to Oregon's original statute, juveniles fifteen and older charged with violent crimes such as murder and rape can be prosecuted as adults, but so called juvenile justice reforms that passed in twenty nineteen introduced more leniency, prioritizing rehabilitation over lifelong incarceration, which meant that Gore could avoid a life sentence.

But to see, Daniel wasn't the only juvenile in this story, and a lot of you bleeding heart assholes always seem to side with the perpetrator instead of the actual victim.

You see the victim was also a juvenile.

In fact, Milana was only thirteen thirteen, barely a teenager, most certainly still very much a child.

Milana's grandmother offered her opinion on why this piece of shit deserves zero sympathy, no matter how leftist and backwards you are.

My grandute is gone, She's not this anymore here, so I don't want he make here to other people.

If he.

Can plan so he can know what he's doing, So, of course he has to go to as church as adult.

During countless preliminary hearings, prosecutors argued the obvious that the premeditated rape, strangulation, and disposal of thirteen year old Milano Lee's body place Gore far beyond the scope of juvenile rehabilitation.

This case is a horrific crime that occurred to a thirteen year old girl.

It is not the situation where such leniency should be granted to a defendant who has been found to have the adult like sophistication and maturity of an adult.

And there are certainly cases where a second chance should be given to young defendants.

This is not one of them.

Thankfully, the judge agreed and Gore would stand trial.

As an adult, marking this case as a rare exception to Oregon soft horseshit laws and propensity to protect violent assholes.

The judge said Gore was sufficiently mature to understand his actions, and keeping Gore in the juvenile system is not in the best interest of Gore and society.

When his murder trial finally started in November twenty twenty four, the prosecution laid out a timeline of this brutal crime, as well as Gore's personal connection to the victim.

He'd only known Milana for roughly two weeks prior to the murder, when the two were introduced by mutual friends.

According to witnesses, Daniel was well aware that Milana was only thirteen, something that evidently didn't deter him in the slightest.

Forensic analysts testified to both the surveillance footage and the digital footprint of the suspect leading up to Milana's last moments alive.

In addition to cell phone pings, the state also established that Gore took Milana's phone and used it to send deceptive message is pretending to be her.

Following the murder, Gore also messaged multiple friends asking them to lie about the last time they saw him, and even requested photos from a recent trip to California in an attempt to create a false alibi.

Prosecutors presented evidence from Gore's Facebook and Instagram as well, under the username body bag eighty six.

Yep, yeah, the defendant's profile picture shows him wearing a white skull mask.

If only there were signs, you know, this image matched the skulls found carved into a tree at Gore's campsite, as well as the mask he had in his possession at the time of his arrest.

So what's up with these skulls?

Well, apparently the devil horn joker skull was the trademark of Gore's favorite musical artist, the trap metal rapper named Seven.

What the fuck is trap metal?

You might ask?

Beats a fuck out of me.

I'm fifty.

He would draw this artist, and he made himself a copy of the same mask that this artist had.

He definitely was less him.

It made him feel very disconnected and it really didn't feel like it was my boyfriend anymore.

Like all he cared about was just that mask and Seven and being like Seven.

Well, the artist isn't exactly well known.

It's safe to say he had no idea that he had a super fan living in the woods of Beaverton, Oregon.

I wonder how many fans I have living out there in them woods.

Hopefully none.

When the media first caught wind of the defendant's journal that was located inside his tent, the words I Feel like Dexter written inside his notebook made headlines everywhere.

Why is every violent dumbass idolized Dexter?

By the way, oh right, right right?

Network televisions accessible to the lowest common denominator must be why so many stupid opinions keep getting propagated.

Local journals regurgitated inaccurate claims that Gore was inspired by the hit Showtime program that was later rerun on CBS I believe distributed to the unwashed masses.

They love to promote their own shows, don't they, Those networks News at eleven.

But had they done the bare minimum of research, the media may have realized that I Feel like Dexter is actually the name of one of Seven's songs, released just a few months before Milana was killed.

So the artist he idolizes is just as much of a dumbass.

Cool cool.

Also, a little side note, here dexter didn't actually kill innocent thirteen year old girls.

He killed bad guys.

And also shout out to Michael C.

Hall.

He's a good actor despite the show sucking.

When looking at Seven's Instagram page, the theme of murder appears to make up his entire esthetic how edgy.

He would dress up in a bunch of different kinds of costumes, but the main thing is he had a mask that like had the eyes cut out and a drawn on smile on it, and usually it was paired with like a hat, and it just made it so you couldn't see his eyes, like his eyes were blacked out.

And in a lot of like his art or like cover art, the mask would have blood on it, and it was usually paired with pretty extreme clothing, usually black, like just big boots and heavy black clothing with a lot of like chains or chokers or stuff like that.

Now I can't help but think that this unoriginal artiste.

Seven gets his name from the popular, very well made David Fincher flick starring Morgan Freeman and Brad Pitt.

Great flick, which gets its name from Oh I don't know the Bible, seven deadly sins that sort of thing.

I mean, how many NPCs with not a speck of original thought are walking amongst us these days?

You know what, Let me go see what these fuckers are all about.

Give me a second, I'll be right back.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh.

Music's not bad if you're in a progressive metal It's really not my thing, but it's artistic.

I'll give him that.

Maybe Grandpa needs to take a chill pill and have a little nap.

He's getting grumpy.

The murder of thirteen year olds will do that to me anyway.

In one photo on the artists Instagram, Seven can be seen wearing a female nurse costume while posing over a makeshift operating tableting open a stuffed doll.

Typical edgy metal shit.

I'll be honest, if I was seventeen, on'd be all over it.

The photo shows Seven blowing a kiss to a wide angle lens while a blood soaked scalpel, metal hooks, and hatchet or seeing placed atop a large rubber made container.

His opposite hand is Seeing clenched around the homemade doll.

I e.

His patient, which has its chest cavity exposed, with a pair of scissors.

Protruding from its ribs.

For what it's worth, the doll looks oddly familiar to Jigsaw, you know, the puppet that rides the tricycle around before pushing you into a pit of hypodermic needles and the movie Saw.

Yeah, that guy seems like a bit of a clusterfuck of unoriginality if you ask me.

But honestly, there's a lot of that can't be too harsh.

While it remained unclear if Daniel Gore drew any inspiration from this violent rap music, you can kind of see how dumb people are easily influenced by the media, the defense called a neuropsychologist to the stand to dispel this motivational theory.

Well, what we find is, well, there's been great concern for musical lyrics from the point of view of predicting who will commit a crime.

It does not predict.

In fact, over the last ten years, as the music has become more explicit, the crime rates actually gone down.

So the biggest concern is the misuse and misunderstanding putting people who do write rap music, for example, on trial for their lyrics when it doesn't predict at all.

Ultimately, Daniel Gore's obsession with murder rap only helped paint Gore as a true weirdo to the jury.

Something much more damning, though, where his Internet searches roughly one month before the murder.

The jury learned that, on April twenty two, Gore type the words girls and homeless people getting raped into his library's computer terminal.

It also searched for videos depicting women being strangled and suffering fatal neck injuries.

Why does a homeless loser have internet access?

Again?

Oh, right, right, so that Democrats can get elected, thanks Obama.

The DNA found inside the victim was confirmed by forensics to be Daniels, but the defense disgustingly argued that the sexual encounter was consensual, as if you could have sex with a thirteen year old consensually.

Perhaps their one and only benefit was that no DNA of Gore's was located under the victim's fingernails, on her clothes, or anywhere else at the scene.

Having said that, the prosecution was sure to remind the jury that Milana had been subjected to the element for nearly two days before her body was found, and again, she was only thirteen.

I assume it's pretty easy to overpower a thirteen year old and walk away with barely a scratch, probably harder to wrangle a house cat.

The defendant's ex girlfriend, Eva also testified, recalling her phone call with the defendant following the murder, and while he didn't say that he killed her explicitly, he may as well have.

And he told me that she tried to kiss him, but that I shouldn't worry about it at all.

I know that it was rainy either that day or a couple days after, because he had even mentioned like rain washing away footprints and that the rain was a good thing.

He did mention going back and saying that he was going to go move her.

At the end of the seven day trial, deliberations lasted less than ninety minutes, and on November twenty second, twenty twenty four, Daniel Gore was found guilty on all counts.

His expression remained unchanged as the verdict was read.

He neither protested nor reacted, and maintained the same blank stare since the day of his arrest, undoubtedly mimicking the expression of some hero of his and some piece of media looping through his tiny, tiny, tiny brain.

At his sentencing hearing, prosecutors pushed for the maximum penalty, but before the final ruling was handed down, the judge addressed Gore directly.

And mister Gore, I had the misfortune, if you will, of spending Thanksgiving weekend trying to figure out what I was going to say to you.

I got to spend Thanksgiving with my family, including my child, who is the center of my life, and you took that away from miss Lee.

It is beyond comprehension that you did to say.

For me to say it's morally reprehensible an un statement.

I have combed through this case.

I have combed through every page submitted to me trying to figure out what on earth got into your head, ripping her hymen to shreds and then strangling her.

This was a failure on so many levels, parenting, the juvenile system, peer groups, the community at large.

How a sixteen year old is in a tent in the suburban area of Beaverton is beyond me.

For as long as you did, anybody that watched that interview with you and the police, you were fully engaged.

You knew fully what you were doing where you tried to conceal her body, took pleasure in the fact that water would wash away some of the evidence.

I find you knew exactly what you're doing, and I hope in the long sentence you serve I hope, I hope that somebody finds out what's wrong with you.

I hope I never have a person that what you did in standing in front of again.

At age eighteen, Daniel Gore was sent to life in prison.

Of course, though that's not what he's actually going to serve.

You See, this is after all liberal Oregon.

Oh my god, he's talking about politics again.

Murmer.

Yeah, it's called the law.

Despite his life sentence on paper for the murder of a thirteen year old child and the rape of her dead or possibly still a live body, juvenile justice reforms as they're called, dictate that this pile of human feces will be eligible for parole in just fifteen years.

Daniel Gore will likely be released from prison before his thirty third birthday, just in time for the next Antifa riot.

Let's just say, I hope karma finds him, and I hope it finds him.

Well, hope he's having a wonderful day that day.

When it does, it'll make it that much sweeter.

An eighteen year old who was sentenced to life in prison this week for the rape and murder of a thirteen year old girl, maybe eligible to leave risen in less.

Than a decade.

That's because he was only sixteen at the time of the murder, leaving him under the protection of Oregon state law.

And this is drawing criticism from Washington County prosecutors.

So there you have it, Justice JKJK.

You can't help but laugh, otherwise you have to cry.

Despite his life sentence, Daniel Gore will be eligible for conditional release, meaning he will be back in the wild after only seven and a half years.

You'll be able to find him at your local fucking library.

That worst case scenario could come true as a result of a successful appeal, which Gore is currently in the process of putting society through.

I mean, why wouldn't he it's free, well, not to taxpayers, but to him.

You get my drift.

As for the question of whether violent entertainment creates a violent people, it's a story as old as time, really, and perhaps an idiotic one.

To put it bluntly, you are responsible for your own actions just because you see someone doing something on television or hear someone talking about something in a song doesn't mean you have the right to go out and do it.

Doesn't mean you have to mimic that behavior.

Duh.

Quit blaming media for shit parenting or non parenting.

In fact, that's really the key, if you boil it all down.

Shit parenting is responsible for most of the ills of the world, if not all.

When you start stating that sentiment out loud on Facebook, for example, you'd be surprised by the amount of outrage and self reporting you'll get.

Shit parents will adamantly defend their shit parenting or no parenting or parenting via iPad.

You want to cure all the ills of society, make parents liable for what their kids do instead of television or movies or music.

That'll fix society real quick.

And if you can't be responsible for your shit kids, then don't fucking have them.

You'd really be surprised by how many defensive asshole parents are quick to point out that you should shut up if you're not a parent yourself, as if you have to be a rocket scientist to point out that maybe the rocket shouldn't blow up on the pad.

Unfortunately, all these rocket scientists parents out there are creating more exploding rockets just to get their fuck on.

Maybe one day we'll finally grow up as a society.

Maybe one day we'll wake up.

Let's start taking accountability for our own goddamn actions.

Maybe, just maybe a boy can dream.

Hey, asshole, the show's over.

Do you know where your children are?

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