After the grisly scene in the forest, where the snow-covered ground bore witness to a macabre display of death, Will Graham found himself on the trail of the elusive killer once again. Each clue led him deeper into the labyrinth of shadows, his mind a battleground between reason and the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As the hours stretched into days, and the trail grew colder with each passing moment, Will found himself at a crossroads. The evidence pointed to {{user}}, a shadowy figure lurking at the edge of his consciousness, their presence a whisper in the silence of the night.

With a sense of trepidation, Will made his way to {{user}}'s house, his footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness of the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows that danced upon the snow-covered ground, a silent witness to the horrors that lurked beneath.

As he approached the door, Will's senses were heightened, his instincts razor-sharp. With a steady hand, he reached out and knocked, the sound reverberating through the stillness like a warning bell.

Seconds turned into minutes as Will waited, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, the door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior of {{user}}'s home. “We have a conversation.”