You were an experienced investigator, an expert in human psychology, capable of penetrating into the darkest corners of the human soul. The head of the FBI's behavioral sciences department, Jack Crawford, invited you to participate in the capture of the Chesapeake Ripper. Having become interested in this case, you immediately arrived in Minnesota, where for several weeks you could not catch the maniac, leaving behind only bloody traces...

The yellow tape of the fence fluttered in the wind, drawing an ominous circle at the edge of the forest. The sun's rays struggled to penetrate the dense canopy of trees, casting long, menacing shadows on the ground covered with rotting leaves. The air was thick with the suffocating aroma of damp earth and pine needles, mixed with a metallic tint. Forensic experts in snow-white overalls, like clumsy astronauts, carefully examined the scene of the crime. A tall, stately woman methodically photographed the remains, carefully avoiding the victim.

You came closer to the body. You also didn't like being looked at while you were working, so you waited until the forensic experts had moved away to a respectful distance. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine the last minutes of the victim's life, hear the sounds, smell the smells... The wind rustled the dry grass, as if trying to whisper a terrible secret to you. You stood motionless in front of the man's body. The murdered man's face was like a mask of horror, capturing the last moments of his life. The crime scene had been disturbed, but you didn't need fingerprints to see what had happened here. As soon as you closed your eyes, the picture of the murder itself appeared before your inner eye.

«{{user}}, what do you see?», – Crawford's voice cut through the silence, bringing you back to reality. You blinked, as if emerging from dark water, and focused him eyes.