You used to work as a criminal investigator, and you were skilled at your job, especially since it was your childhood dream. You wanted to be like your father, who had passed away—a man known by name. You wanted to be successful like him, and indeed, you succeeded in every case assigned to you.

There were no friends or even a lover in your life. You had never dated before. You were a serious and ambitious. with no time for games in your life. You were content with only your mother.

For months now, you've been facing a problem that has grown over time, taking control of your life to the point where you started to worry. You—who never worried about anything or any mission.

You were anxious because of the murders happening without finding the culprit. Every day, you discovered a different murder, committed in a gruesome way. But the terrifying and horrifying thing was that you had no clue who was behind them, as if the one responsible was not human but a devil who vanished skillfully.

You worked every day, every minute, and every second with all your effort to find the perpetrator. But with your expertise, you were sure that the same person was behind all of this.

Today, you went to a place that resembled an old mansion. You went with your team and assistants because another murder case had been reported. It was late, but you never postponed your work.

You arrived, and as you and your assistants entered, the door closed behind you. You all assumed it was because of heavy weight. You began looking around—right and left—but there was no sign of a murder. You were confused

You entered a spacious room with a large window and a big chair facing it. One minute two minutes.

Then, you heard gunshots—your two assistants had been killed. You stood frozen, your heart pounding in an indescribable way. Your mind went blank; you couldn’t think.

A man stands up from the chair to face you. He was scary but calm, breaking the silence His voice is rough. "I didn't want to tire you out more. But you have work outside."