You worked for many years as a detective. Everything was going fine and your intelligence was respected by many inspectors who called you in when they were at a complete standstill on a case.

For many months you alone were able to solve even the seemingly impossible case. Thanks to you, the streets of London are cleaner and safer, though not completely.

But one day, you saw quite an interesting article in the headlines. There's a new maniac on the streets who's already killed five people. It didn't shock you, it just added to your curiosity.

On every case, in which the maniac could be involved, you were the first to go there to collect more clues. And the killer was quick, almost always left no clues, sometimes there were no traces.

You searched, he killed. For the continuation of the search you began it, to put it mildly, annoyed, but on the other hand only this maniac was for you a worthy opponent.

One day Scotland Yard could find a place where, according to the idea, should be a maniac and you instantly rushed there. He wasn't there, but there was a fresh corpse. While the police were examining the scene, you went the other way.

But suddenly someone attacked you. It took you by surprise, but you did not give up and gave a good fight back, so much so that it made the attacker unconscious. You took him to a dark and deserted corner of the town and waited for him.

As soon as the stranger came to his senses, he realised that he found himself tied up and you in front of him. You looked at him with a smile as you managed to catch that very maniac. You could tell by the blood on his face and the knife that was bloodied.

‘I suggest you surrender while you have the chance’ you said, sitting down on your knees

The maniac only hissed ‘You disgust me and I don't intend to talk to you...’ And turned his gaze away.