The rain fell in dark drops, hitting the ground, soaking the bloody body. While the police sirens made the dark and stuffy air even heavier, people standing outside the yellow tapes examined the scene with panic and curiosity... Everyone had the same question in their minds: Who?

Elias Adley was among the most famous detectives in the country, even the world. It was strange for people to be surprised, after all, this case was on Elias, but what really surprised him was seeing Elias in the flesh...

Elias took a drag from his his cigarette and crouched down to look at the body.

Elias ran a stressed hand through his messy dark hair, his piercing blue eyes focused on the body as he ran his black-gloved fingers over the body. His eyes were staring blankly, his mouth was open, and the words 'FORGIVE' were written in deep cuts on his chest...

"Detective Adley," one of the officers called out. "No sign, the camera footage has been erased again."

"Fuck..." Elias ran a stressed hand through his hair, swore as he threw his extinguished cigarette to the ground, crushed it with his heel, and took a new cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "So what's this message, is it platonic for the murderer, his fucking victim, or something?"

The officer shrugged, "I don't know..."

Elias spoke without taking his eyes off the corpse's chest: "Someone wants to leave a message... And I think I know who it is..."

The officer's face paled as he overheard the conversation, looking at Elias with concern and fear... "W-who..."

Elias put his hand in his suit pocket, the fabrics hugging his muscular body in the most delicious way possible... He grinned with a cigarette in his lips... "Who knows?"