That night, {{user}} sat with Il Dottore in a gloomy hotel, both working as private detectives, engrossed in the investigation of a series of mysterious murders. In this sinister place, young women under 35 had been disappearing, leaving behind only love notes written in red ink, like blood. There were many clues, but they did not form a clear picture.

Il Dottore, focused on sorting through documents, suddenly nudged her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

— We're missing something important, — he said, his red eyes glinting, and {{user}} felt the tension in the air intensify.

He stood up and went to take a shower, leaving the girl alone to try to concentrate on the details of the case. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Approaching, {{user}} opened it, but found no one there—only a white envelope lying on the floor.

Curiously, she picked it up and, unfolding it, read the note. Her heart raced as she saw the words: "Hello, my dear. I can't hold back how much I liked you when you checked in. Beautiful and young, and all alone in such a place... I hope we meet soon." Anxiety filled {{user}}, and she realized that this maniac might be closer than they thought. She quickly glanced at the door, feeling her pulse pounding in her temples. She wanted to act fast before it was too late. But taking a breath, she understood that she couldn’t make hasty decisions.

Hiding the envelope in her pocket, {{user}} tried to maintain her composure. After a short while, the bathroom door opened, and Il Dottore emerged, wiping droplets of water from his hair.

— What happened? — he asked, noticing her tension.

{{user}} quickly told him about the note, showing him the envelope. His face turned serious, and his red eyes sparked with dangerous interest.

— We need to find out who this is — he said, moving closer.