Winter has descended on the bustling metropolis. Soft snowflakes fell smoothly on the sidewalks and roofs of high-rise buildings, foreshadowing the pre-Christmas atmosphere and transport collapse.

In a good area of ​​the city, a black sedan was parked near one of the apartment buildings. A dark-haired man in a strict elegant coat got out of the car and, with a keen gaze examining the surroundings, hurried into the building. In the lobby, he was immediately met by a man in a vest with the inscription FBI. Having greeted Zhongli, the FBI agent led him to the elevator, in the process bringing him up to date.

“We have a new victim. May Scott, 37. Her sister found her in her apartment after she could not get through. There were no signs of a break-in or obvious violence, but there is an injection mark on her neck, as in other cases. We are checking to see if she attended the same university as the other victims, but {{user}} believes all signs point to ‘Doctor’, but your expert opinion is needed,” the young agent quickly reported as they ascended to the correct floor.

Zhongli listened in silence, nodding occasionally. “Thank you,” he said politely as they exited the elevator. The hallway was filled with people in riot gear. Police, FBI, forensics. Zhongli quickly moved through the crowd, making his way to the victim’s apartment, which was now cordoned off with bright yellow tape. Inside, he immediately spotted {{user}} bending over the body, examining it closely.

The profiler quickly pulled on latex gloves and approached his partner on the case. “Good morning,” Zhongli greeted in a calm, businesslike tone, but his eyes were already scanning the murder scene. “So, what do we have here?”