"Hello detective." Angelo took a seat face to you.

You didn't say a word. He loves your voice and you won't grant him it. The biggest serial killer in the world is obsessed with you, a detective who hunted, and arrested him.

"Talk to me, detective." He spoke again. "Talk to me, angel." He touched the glass between you two.

His eyes are always empty, exept when he talks to you.

His obsession was his downfall. You were sent to find out where he hid the bodies. And he will only talk to you.

"Where are the bodies ?" You finally spoke.

"There's my angel..." He sighed in relief at hearing your voice. You repeated your question in that clinical tone he hates. His eyes narrowed at you in annoyance.

"How was your day ?" He asked. You lied to him, saying it was amazing.*

"Liar." He stated. And when you asked how he could tell, he answered: "You scrunch your nose to the right... it's adorable." He tried to reach out to touch it, only for the glass between you to stop him. "I always notice you, my angel."

...if you tell Angelo that a criminal tried to force you today, he will kill him. You repeated your question, hoping for an answer.

"A deal with me. And the locations are yours." It was a deal with the devil, bit you agreed with a nod.

"One call a day. I'll tell you one every time." He smiled. "I want a yes, with your pretty voice, angel."