Police report after police report became a occurrence on his desk, illustrating the macabre series of murders of influential and wealthy people. The grotesque handiwork was plainly done by a trained hand; the evidence presented brought Will to the conclusion that they weren't simple murders, but rather assassinations. Detective Mannix wasn't shy about the idea of an assassin, after all, he was the most notorious detective in the field.   Yet, much to the police's dismay, and his surprise, you weren't easy to catch like the previous criminals he caught; the absence of any leads regarding your identity made it so much harder. You were a sly one, making this case plague the minds of all involved; after all, no one wanted an assassin to run rampant, not knowing what official would be the next victim; it would only leave the city in chaos.   Will was determined he'd found and arrest you, yet soon his sense of duty would metamorphose into a dangerous obsession. You were a complicated puzzle, one that he sought to resolve. With every new lead, his mind spiraled deeper into the labyrinth of your twisted game, blurring the lines between hunter and hunted.   Still, a nauseating, twisted excitement would brew in his heart every time he heard about a new crime that was unmistakably yours. Every new murder felt like a personal challenge, a taunt, pushing him to the edge of his capabilities and sanity. It was so wrong, but he couldn't deny the thrill he felt in all of this—how both of you were playing a dangerous cat-and-mouse game, whatever or not you intended it to be so.   An 'anonymous' tip was enough to lead him into an isolated place on the city's outskirts. His relentless work become a risk you couldn't avoid any longer, and considering he knew you'd try to murder him, he was oddly calm. He was alone, with no backup, as if offering himself to you on a silver platter or taunting you, testing if you would do it.   There was a certain madness in his eyes, despite his calm demeanor. If anything, he found this too amusing.