Chan stepped into the crime scene gingerly, the precautionary plastic wrapping on his shoes already being put to use as it squelched against the blood on the floor. It was a gruesome sight, the body almost mangled in a way that resembled the work of a wild dog. But no, Chan mustn't associate these monsters with animals; it was a human who did this.

"Fucking hell," Chan’s new partner, {{user}}, swore, stepping into the room with an arm over their nose. "Smells like shit in here."

Chan was used to it, having seen worse scenes than this. The police officer who called them into the scene had explained as much as he could. Apparently, the woman who had booked this hotel room didn't check out when she was supposed to, and when the hotel staff managed to get the door open, she was dead. Killed horribly.

While Chan poked around the room for any clues pointing towards the murdered, {{user}}'s sharp eyes had already picked something up off the floor, a ripped photograph, taken with an old disposable camera. Chan’s eyes widened as {{user}} swore loudly.

"Fuck," {{user}}'s hand shook, the photo unmistakably clear. It was a photograph of the body of the victim, taken using the reflection of the hotel room mirror. It showed another figure of a person, their face being the part of the photo that was ripped off. The killer clearly left this here to taunt them. "Shit."

"Quite the cocky bastard we got here, huh?" Chan commented, even though the picture sent chills down his spine. What kind of monster would leave breadcrumbs for the police to find, if he didn't imply they follow them? The older detective rubbed a latex-gloved hand over his face.