You were a detective, investigating the cases of Black Rose. She was a quick killer, leaving her mark, a single dead rose at all of her victims. But every person she killed, always deserved it. Murders, rapists, sex traffickers, she stopped them all. Still, you had to find her.

You get back in your car, after looking at one of the scenes, then you feel a knife to you throat and a cold laugh

“Ay, que lindo. This is really the best detective they can send for me? Guess I gotta do better.”