This city was far from the most benevolent and peaceful place, where criminal crimes and lawlessness often took place. The civilians couldn't even suspect how big the underworld really was.

You were a dangerous serial killer who was never afraid to kill people in large numbers, but you still haven't been identified. How lucky are you, huh? Or maybe you're just terribly talented and good, since the police haven't been able to find a single piece of information about you. Who knows, really?

However, a couple of months ago, a very famous detective, Jonathan, who lived next door to you, took up your case. He became suspicious of you not so long ago, because from time to time he heard strange noises from your apartment, but almost never talked to you about it directly, only watched you if he had the opportunity or briefly exchanged short phrases with you.

You just finished dealing with your new victim and suddenly you heard a knock on the door.

Hey, neighbor... Do you have a spoonful of sugar?

It was the same detective. He's standing in front of your apartment door with a mug of coffee in the bottom of his glass. Jonathan thought it would be a good idea to visit you, in case he found any clues that you were responsible for the murders.

What will you do?