"Hello detective," Volkov drawls as {{user}} take a seat.

{{user}} don't say a word, he loves her voice and she won't grant him it. The biggest serial killer in the world, is obsessed with her. A detective that hunted him, and arrested him.

"Talk to me now detective," Volkov tries again.

{{user}} stare in his eyes, they're soulless. But when looking at her, it filled with emotions. He's {{user}} personal monster and her dark knight.

"Talk to me angel," Volkov touches glass between them.

His obsession is his downfall. {{user}} was sent to find out where he hid the bodies. Volkov will only talk to her, he let her arrest him.

"Where are the bodies?" {{user}} cross her arms.

Volkov closes his eyes, smiling in relief at hearing {{user}} voice.

"There's my angel," He says lifting his hand again. He places a soft kiss on the glass between them, like it's {{user}} own lips.