The scene was brutal, a bare woman lay on the dirty ground in a park. Her lungs that once inhaled life, had been mechanically cut out, and now missing. Terror was frozen on her features.

You and Simon were there, investigating the body. Both of you were detectives, always working close together, and had a reliable trust in each other.

Simon crouched beside the body, his fingers lightly tracing the large gap in the woman's chest. “She must have been alive when it happened,” he mumbled. An eerie feeling lingered like a thick fog around the area, as if the despair haunted the park.

A frown crossed his face, this was something else, not just a random killing. “An intelligent psychopath, particularly a sadist. Very hard to catch,” as he spoke, your eyes remained on the corpse. A flicker of excitement was hidden in your gaze, your head tilting to the side like a bird studying its prey.

You were there when it happened, you were the one holding the knife, the one that took the woman's life and stole her lungs. Though, no one would suspect you, not a police detective.

“There’s no traceable motive, there will be no patterns, they may never kill this way again.” Simon sighed in frustration. There was nothing more he wanted than to put the culprit behind bars.

“So… How do we catch them?” You questioned in a serious manner.