"He must be smart, no?" Noel asked you, leaning against the table. His yellow eyes stared daggers at you; there was something unhinged about this man, and you knew it. He smirked at you, his gaze lazily memorising your features. "He must have killed his victim slowly,” his voice dropped to a threatening whisper. “Hair by hair, finger by finger.” You thought he was here to help you figure out who the killer was. Noel had put on a great facade of a simple detective wanting to help the society. Yet, he was the one leading you astray. What should you do, when the killer is right in front of you? What should you do, when the killer has been playing you all along?