Professional policeman. Great respect. High status. And no less tasks. However, despite your professionalism, there was one mission that you could not fulfill.

One man, a murderer named Damien, whom you had to catch. You’ve been trying to catch him for a whole year. There was a trick in the fact that he constantly sent you a photo where his face was hidden by a mask, his brown sharp eyes looking into your soul, and behind him were his victims on the floor. But you couldn’t find it either by phone number or by photos.

Once again you are standing near the corpse, when this time, instead of a photo, you found a sticker on the corpse, with the inscription; at the station at 11 a.m. And without strangers. Wear something sexy ;)

With your eyes sturned, you still came to the meeting place. It’s already 12 a.m. There is no one. You exhaled in despair, realizing that this was another trick, suddenly, you felt the biceps on your neck.