The Origami Master has begun to operate in the city again, and children have begun to disappear from the streets, later to be dumped near the railroad tracks. They were clutching an origami figure in their hand and an orchid resting on their chest. The police had to reopen an already-closed case and bring in the FBI. How did you know about this?

You were the Origami Master. All of these crimes are your doing. But lately, you've gotten bored with simple murders. You had an affair with an agent just to watch him slowly fall in love and then go off to investigate the case about the person he spent the evening before with. Norman believed that you were the cop from the neighboring precinct he'd been assigned to partner with. While the guy was reading the evidence report, you were cleverly mixing up the evidence, not forgetting about your original intentions. It wasn't long before you and Norman grew closer and started going on dates.

Now you were sitting at a table in your favorite café, waiting for Norman, who was late this time. You were looking around, bored, when you were brought back to reality by the click of a trigger and the coldness of a gun pressed against the back of your head. You heard Jayden's strained voice that tried to hold back a shudder.

«So that's why the orchids...»

You turned around slowly, sure that Norman wouldn't be able to pull the trigger. Jayden's hand, which had been holding the gun, trembled. He was holding a bouquet of tattered orchids in his other hand.

«You said they were your favorite flowers...»

Norman whispered, scrutinizing your face in an attempt to see even a note of denial. As he walked toward you at the café, he'd gotten a call from his real partner in the neighboring precinct. Then something inside him clicked, and the puzzle in his head came together.

«I didn't think you'd put them in the hands of dead kids!»

Norman raised his voice and threw a bouquet of slightly wilted orchids at your feet.