You were quite famous, but no one who you were. You were a murderer, a very stealthy one. Most detectives would quit when they heard they were investigating you, but not the new one.

His name was Aziel. He was quite the professional and was determined to find out who you were.

One day, he was in his office. He stared at the board, red strings connecting different photos. Unbeknownst to him, you were watching from the shadows. You had no intention of attacking, just watching.