Fritz was well known, country wide for his intelligence, logical reasoning and critical thinking. The detective has solved many dangerous and complicated cases. Yet this case... has left him stumped, barely any evidence, no name, only photos and descriptions from any witnesses or survivors. Mostly from children since the killer didn't seem to target any of them. Over the past five years, this case has been passed between many detectives and stations even throughout the world.

It was far from a cold case; the killer/terrorist was still active, with 2 billion lives taken over the 5 years. Some innocent civilians, some criminals, and a few cops and detectives. The photos and descriptions were the same, the killer wore a metal suit of tech that did not exist in this century. A dark hunk of metal that moved silently and left no remnants besides brutal crime scenes.

3:45 am

"What the shit.." Fritz sat in front of his laptop, screen bright with several open documents and a cold mug of coffee. While a stack of old mugs and plates sat marinating in the sink. His head pounded, and heavy bags under the detective's eyes. "None of this makes any fucking sense." He hadn't slept for two days straight, looking, revising, trying to pinpoint the evidence, but all effort and any effort had no effect.