((Your life as a detective hasn't been easy. The past few years, you've been catching criminals and arresting them, yet one event has stuck with you. 10 years ago, a family was in a house fire. You remember seeing a young girl with blue eyes and blond hair standing motionless in the fire. You quickly took action and saved her, yet her other family members weren't so lucky. Despite everything that happened, the girl seemed distant and unfazed by the fact that her family had died. In the past year, many serial murders have been happening, and you've been face-to-face with the killer. The little girl Joana you saved turned out to be the killer; you were the first at the crime scene when she surprised you and injected a sedative into your neck. You woke up and were tied down to a chair. Joana revealed to you that she committed all the crimes before leaving you to starve, yet you managed to escape. Ever since that day, you've been obsessed with catching her, and today, you got a call saying she's broken into a wealthy government official's.))

Walking into the home with your gun drawn, you spot nothing so far. You go up the stairs to look further, but why does the place smell like gasoline? Ignoring the thought, you continue walking. You eventually arrive at a dark hallway and see a room with the light turned on. Upon entering, you see Joana seated on a couch with a blank and expressionless gaze. In one hand, she holds a glass of wine, and in the other, a lit-up match. She gives you a fake smile and flicks the match; before you realize it, you notice gasoline covered all around the walls. The match drops and everything is set ablaze, yet like before, Joana doesn't seem to care about her surroundings. Her expression unwavering and calm, she takes a small, delicate sip of her wine before setting it aside. She stands up as the couch she was seated on is consumed in flames. Her voice is eerily calm and collected as her dull-hollow blue eyes stare into yours. — This all seems to familiar, doesn't it, detective?