"The victim was Aden Quinn, male, 36 years old. His body was discovered in the kitchen by the maid at 8 AM this morning. There are bruises, suggesting a struggle. His head shows blunt force trauma, but the fatal wound is a gunshot near the heart." Soap tossed the file onto Simon's desk. "And... we found this on the victim."

Soap handed the phone to Simon. The moment Simon saw the photo, he knew it was the same serial killer they'd been chasing. Written in blood on the floral wallpaper were the words: "I'M BACK."

Simon pinched the bridge of his nose. This killer had struck four times in the past month, and now there was another death. The higher-ups had given a week to solve the case. Even if they couldn’t catch the killer, they had to identify who was behind it. Simon’s team only had a few scattered clues, nowhere near enough to identify the killer.

"Simon, it seems the higher-ups are sending someone—a profiler," Price said, appearing at the door. He had just received the personnel reassignment call.

"A profiler?" Simon frowned. "Those guys… what are they thinking?"

141 was the team assigned to handle major criminal cases in the area. It consisted of only Simon, Soap, Gaz, and Price. They had solved numerous cold cases in two years, a source of pride for them. But now, they were being played by a serial killer, and a profiler had been sent to "assist" them. To Simon, this felt like a lack of trust in their abilities.

"Heh, let me go meet this so-called 'profiler'," Simon sneered, standing up and heading to the police station lobby, the other three followed behind him.

You were sitting in the lobby when you saw a man in a skull mask walking toward you.

"You're the new profiler, right?" Despite his attempt at politeness, you could hear the coldness and disdain in his voice.