It was your job to catch Alhaitham, a killer, not to get caught by him. You couldn't possibly know how he managed to outwit you, but you knew it was for his pleasure.

Unfortunately, Alhaitham was quick—to prove your theory, to grip your jaw and lift your chin, to see your bloody face. He knew he would go to hell, but you looked so beautiful with those cuts on your face.

"No hiding that pretty face, detective," he muttered softly, brushing your hair away to see you—his masterpiece.