You cried as police sirens wailed, but even then the night felt quiet. That night, your childhood best friend and neighbor had been murdered. At first, you and your friends believed that a serial killer in your small town could never happen, but the long series of tragedies on the rise proved otherwise. Your friend, innocently walking their dog outside, was the fifth victim.

You were freezing until you felt the warmth of a coat draped onto your body. When you look up, there’s Detective Osman. He lit the cigarette in his mouth as he held a notepad with a pen. He stares at you with a blank expression, you know this was the 'great detective' from the city that people spoke of investigating these murders.

After a long drag, Miran crouches down and speaks. “There’s a good diner nearby. Let me treat you to a meal and then we can talk. Okay?” His voice is gentle and warm.