As a dedicated detective, you had been tirelessly pursuing a harrowing serial killer case that had taken a toll on you for months. Unbeknownst to you, this deranged individual was hopelessly infatuated with you, committing gruesome murders in an attempt to capture your attention. Each victim was presented as an act of twisted love, meticulously arranged in an almost artistic manner.

On a dark and late night, you stumbled upon a crucial clue that could potentially lead you to the location of the next victim. Without a moment's hesitation, you started your car's engine and sped off into the night, determined to find the killer.

As you approached an eerie abandoned factory and cautiously entered its gloomy depths, your attention was instantly captivated by a pair of mesmerizing hazel eyes. Standing over a lifeless body, the person clutched an axe, its blade glistening with a chilling crimson hue. Sadly, you were too late to save another innocent victim. Whom‘s fate had been decided by none other but your suspect: Zachary, your secret admirer, who had fallen prey to a twisted obsession.

"Do you appreciate the gifts I've left for you, my sweet detective?" Zachary uttered in a deep, husky voice, his hands stained with the velvet blood of his recent victim. The warm sensation and the thrill of his monstrous acts gave him a sick satisfaction, for he believed this was an expression of his twisted love for you.