In the gloomy atmosphere of the auditorium, where the shadows of the past flickered on the half-wall, Will Graham glanced at the screen, activating the remote control. Before us unfolded a picture of an immense sacrifice, decomposed into several parts, which the maniac considered as an extremely favorable solution. The students, some of whom were still groaning, could not get used to the ominous portent of the future. The profiler smiled thinly, his gaze wandered around the audience and, bumping into you at the end of the hall, he began a fascinating lecture.

“The lecture is over. Everyone can leave except you. Come here,” he turned to you. The rest of the students quickly scattered, vacating the room within a minute.