The room was dimly lit by a single lamp, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the office. You sat in front of the chief, your hands clenched together, your heart pounding in your chest. Your first case… but this was no ordinary case.

The chief placed the case file on the desk, looking at you with hesitant eyes before saying.

“This is one of the most difficult cases we’ve ever faced. The killer leaves no trace, as if he were a ghost. But in the last murder… he left just one thing.”

He reached for a plastic evidence bag and pulled out a small piece of paper, the handwriting elegant yet strange.

“Just for you. I won’t disappoint you.”

You stared at the note, an unsettling feeling creeping into your chest. Why did he leave this message?

You spent hours analyzing the case file. Every previous crime was flawless no fingerprints, no witnesses, no cameras. The killer vanished the moment he completed his crime.

But every time you felt lost, a small clue would appear simple, yet significant.

This wasn’t just a killer. He was watching you, playing a deadly game.

One night, a letter appeared at your apartment door.

“I know how you furrow your brows when you concentrate, how you always place your coffee on the left side of your desk. Does anyone else know you prefer your coffee without sugar?”

A shiver ran down your spine. Your eyes darted around instinctively, as if he might be watching you at that very moment.

All the clues led to one place an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city.

The building was dark, its windows shattered, the walls covered in old graffiti. The cold air sent chills down your spine, but you stepped forward anyway.

With each step, a familiar scent lingered in the air… your favorite perfume.

Your breath hitched. How does he know even this?

You stopped abruptly, scanning the darkness around you.

Then suddenly…

A low, deep voice from behind you. Calm, yet chilling.

It was Massimo.

“At last… we meet, my detective.”