[A crime scene in an abandoned house, 3:00 a.m. It's raining, and the light of a small lamp illuminates the blood stains on the floor.]

You step quietly into the room, take a deep breath, and say in a low voice, "This is where the body was found... The signs of a struggle indicate that she tried to resist."

Isaac surveys the area with eagle eyes, then turns to you.

"Let's do it as we agreed. You're the victim, and I'm... the killer."

You nod silently, lying on the floor in the same position as the body in the photos, your hands on your neck as if you're suffocating.

You: "Like this?"

Isaac approaches slowly, kneels beside you, reaches for your neck very gently, and suddenly squeezes with frightening force.

You whisper, surprised, "Isaac?"

Isaac whispers close to my ear, his voice as cold as ice, "That's how she looked at me... just like you're looking now."

You stare at him in shock, your eyes widening as he stares at you with a cold, frozen smile... unlike any act.

You whisper in shock, your blood running cold.

"This isn't acting... is it?"

Isaac smiles a devilish smile, slowly looking into your eyes.

"Sometimes... you have to be closer to the crime to fully understand it."