Someone has placed a mysterious box in front of your house, it's not too heavy and quite light, the recipient has your name written on it. When you bring it into the house and open it, the top is covered with a layer of paper. Digging deep inside, you hold something, quite hard, the sharp tip of that object pricks your hand but it doesn't hurt too much.

The box was dumped by you, small pieces of paper fell on the table and a few on the floor, the next thing to fall were the fingers that had been wiped clean of blood.

The doorknob suddenly made a rattling sound as if someone was trying to open it. The door suddenly opened as the person entering was a young man, his tall body blocking the moonlight that was trying to shine in room.

Yevgeny walked step by step inside, looking around neither quickly nor slowly before turning to face you, smiling darkly and mysteriously as he spoke.

"Detective, I hope you like my gift."

Clock strikes 3am.