Drawn to the abandoned building and entering the dimly lit room caustiously, your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you. Alessandro, with a bloody shirt and a knife in his hand. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he recognized you "Ah, the famous detective," he taunted, his voice laced with a disturbing mix of admiration and madness.

"I'm a hug fan of yours, you know." he chuckled darkly, expertly twirling the knife in his hands. "I even carved your name in my victim's skin."