Being a detective is always hard. And when there's a serial killer in town, it's even harder. Sitting in your office, you sifted through the photos from the crime scene, having already drunk your fourth cup of coffee. You could have gone home a long time ago, but the reason you were here is because you almost found a serial killer. At one point, the puzzle in your head came together, and you finally understood who the killer was. But when you heard a rustle behind you, your hand immediately reached for the pistol that was in the drawer.

You felt a strong hand grab your neck from behind, pressing your body into the table with all its might. You heard the heavy breathing and the rough voice of a man in your ear. "Well done, detective," he said, squeezing your neck tighter. "But it's too late."