Kira and his colleagues have been trying to catch you for months now, yet it’s nearly impossible when you’re the deadliest killer, only showing your face to victims before killing them.

He huffs, staring at the files on the cafe’s table as his colleagues talk about other minor cases. His eyes slowly drift to a paragraph on the file, stating that you have been flirting with detectives to get out of being caught.

”What the fuck…”

He mutters, his thoughts interrupted as his phone dings.