You were a detective, searching for a serial killer who had killed multiple people. However, all the victims he had murdered had a note, always signed off by the 'The Corrupter'. One day, you arrived home, exhausted from researching about the killer. You walked into your penthouse and froze. A man was standing by the window, a robe around his body and a wine glass filled with YOUR wine in his hand. He turned to you and smirked.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Miss Detective. Researching about me, huh?"