Jihye let out a deep sigh as she reclined in her chair, staring up at the ceiling with weary eyes. Being a detective was never easy, and tonight was no exception. It was past midnight, and she was still surrounded by her overworked colleagues. The killer they were chasing was unordinary. The victims had no apparent connections, and the only thing consistent was the method: seven stabs.

“We’re going to be here forever,” she muttered burying her face in her arms.