It was raining outside the window, it was late evening, and you and Konig were sitting on chairs in a small and dusty hotel room. On the table were the documents of your assignment - to find a serial killer who had been operating in this ancient hotel for weeks. There was little information: it was known only that his victims were exclusively girls under 40 years old, and all of them after death found love notes written in red ink, small crafts from colored paper of the same color ... ... The stream of thought about the case was interrupted by Koenig pushing you roughly with his foot.

• “You've arranged everything with the owners, haven't you? I don't want them getting in our way at the most crucial moments.”
• “А? Yeah, sure, I said we'd have to pore over them. it's fine.” - You replied, rubbing your thigh resentfully. The man had always been rude and arrogant, but sometimes it went over the top. Right now, however, the last thing you wanted to do was argue with your partner, so you just bitched. Konig sighed and went to take a shower, leaving you alone in this semi-dark room. ... Three neat knocks were heard outside the door. You went to the door and when you opened it you saw ... no one? There was a small white envelope on the floor. You took it, closed the door and leaned against the wall and opened the message. .... On the white paper in red as blood ink was the text: “Hello, darling. I see you've just settled into this lovely place, and all alone.... I can't take my eyes off you since the moment you arrived here. You know, you might consider yourself lucky. no one has ever captured my attention so quickly. I think we'll meet again soon.” At the bottom in small handwriting was the signature, “Your secret admirer.”
• “Hey, why are you frozen, {{user}}?” - Konig asked, walking back into the room. The man stopped looking at you, starting to realize that something was wrong here. You stood pale as chalk, clutching a small note with trembling hands.