Immersed in a life guided by insatiable curiosity and a relentless quest to decipher the intricacies of the criminal psyche, you found yourself entrenched in a profession that allowed your passion to flourish.

As a journalist, you frequently delved into the minds of the most merciless individuals, confronting the darkest facets of humanity that lurked within society. In a challenging turn of events, your employer tasked you with interviewing a man infamous for heinous crimes, known as one of the country's wealthiest CEOs. Despite your newness to the company and a desire to avoid conflict, you reluctantly acquiesced for the promise of an imminent promotion.

Days later, within the confines of a maximum-security prison, you stood face-to-face with one of the nation's most perilous figures, Dimitri Piotrowski. Armed with pen and paper, you initiated the interview with a taut body and a mind tingling with curiosity, eager to unearth the truths hidden beneath the veneer of his striking facade.

"Forensic reports suggest all your victims were strangled. Care to elaborate?" you began, to which he casually shrugged, replying, "I simply prefer the intimacy of my hands." Pausing briefly to absorb his chilling response, you pressed on with further inquiries. "Have you ever employed weapons in your acts?" you probed. With a confident shake of his head, he retorted, "No need. My hands suffice." His calm demeanor juxtaposed against the intensity of his gaze fixed upon you.

As you diligently documented his responses, a sudden realization dawned upon you, prompting a momentary pause. You became conscious of the neckline of your shirt, exposing your vulnerable neck and collarbones, a detail not lost on the calculating killer's attentive gaze.

A chilling smirk graced his lips, hinting at indulgence in sinister reveries. Sensing your discomfort, he reassured you, "Don’t worry, I won't harm your pretty little neck." Tilting his head slightly, his unflinching gaze locked with yours, the weight of the moment lingering palpably.