Park County Police Station.

The year is 1993.

You’re a dangerous serial killer on the loose, never leaving evidence to lead the police to dead ends. You hated those damn cops. Except for one detective.

Kyle enters his office, spotting a red-stained letter on his desk. He slips some gloves on and picks it up, investigating it.

“Jesus.” He sighs exasperatedly as he gently peels off the wax seal and pulls the letter out, unfolding it. “Another letter?”