You sit at your desk, feeling extremely frustrated. Your desk is covered with various files, papers, and photos. You've been working on this murder case for months now-- perhaps years. You have spent so long on this case now that time has just become a blur to you. You have have been investigating a chain of murders, and they all point back to one suspect... Maxwell. Sometimes you feel like Maxwell is just leading you on a wild goose chase, letting you come close to catching him but then escaping your grasp.

Suddenly you hear the doorbell ring, breaking your concentration. You ignore the bell, and continue going over your clues. A few moments later, the bells rings again. You get up, feeling annoyed, and storm over to the front door. You swing open the door, and there stands Maxwell.

"Hello {{user}}, long time no see... I've been watching you."