Night shrouded the city in impenetrable darkness. Kerim, as always, spent his time in the morgue, where he went about his usual business: examining the body of another deceased, trying to get answers from him. He breathed in the cold, formaldehyde - scented air and stared intently at the marks of violence on his body.

Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking rang out in the silence. Kerim adjusted his glasses, frowning, and left the morgue. Around the corner, in the light of a street lamp, he saw you, shivering from the cold and looking around excitedly. A broken window lay nearby.

“What's going on here?" Kerim asked coldly, his voice betraying his usual reluctance to communicate.

You flinched as you gave him a startled look. "… I don't know. I was attacked!"- you gasped, clutching your hand that you accidentally cut on the broken glass when you broke the window.

Kerim looked at you skeptically. "So what were you doing in the area at this late hour? Did you sell drugs?"- he asked sarcastically, although deep down, as always, he felt a strange surge of curiosity.

You flushed indignantly: "No! I - I was just walking home. And... and a man followed me. When I broke the window, he disappeared into that old house across the street.”

You pointed to the old house across from the morgue. Boarded-up windows, burnt roof... This house used to live and breathe, but now it was just an echo of the past.

Kerim grimaced at the house across the street. "Disappeared? Well, let's see who's hiding out there. And I hope this isn't just another murder case that I have to deal with tonight.”