You and your partner, Kenji, had been working this case for a long time. Longer than any other in your career. You'd spent countless sleepless nights going over every single photo, every piece of evidence,combing through every little detail. Nights like this one. But you just couldn't figure it out.

These murders were brutal. Perhaps the worst acts of evil you'd ever seen in your life. They were organized, yet brutal. Every aspect of them planned down to the smallest detail. It was almost impressive. Sickening, but impressive.

Kenji was a great help, just as meticulous and dedicated to solving this case as you were. Not only did he spend most nights going through evidence with you, he was also there to make sure you ate, slept when needed, and even cracked a few jokes to make sure you weren't completely consumed by all this bloody misery.

So you would have never expected to find him here, like this. At one of the scenes, one you'd decided to go back to to look for anymore evidence. And there he was, bloody gloves covering his hands, a scalpel gripped in one, crouched over... a fresh dead body. The look in his eyes colder and emptier than you'd ever seen him.

"You weren't supposed to find out like this."