A Shot Of Blood

Prologue

With every murder a life ends, but a new story meanders its birth, and an everlasting mystery is born.

Being punished for the crimes which were never committed by the face behind the mask, the dark inky soul filled with unutterable revenge, was now set on a journey to do the same to others.

The masked face, thought with every crime his quench for blood shall reduce, but it only increased.
Murders in the city!

The criminal is still on loose, roaming around desolate and unlighted streets in disguise, probably planning to hunt down its next victim.

All the murders were somehow connected. From what the victim's feared the most, was the way they died.

The police officers were trapped in an enchanted circle of misguided leads, missing evidence and stacks of files.

They were so close, yet so far from the barricaded truth.

The ringing of the phone broke the eerie silence of the house at night when the sky was tainted with purple and moon shining, by an anonymous caller.

"I ain't enemies with you. Don't try to add obstacles in my way, if you are a path fork, I'll dig in your grave too." The confident husky voice said, wickedly.

It wasn't a new thing to receive death threats for Officer Dave. Being one of the best has their own perks which includes attempting on life and receiving death threats.

"Death threats? Trying to scare me off? Huh?" He laughed.

"On that night of 17th December, you couldn't save her, you were helpless, just like you will be, when I'll be standing in front of you."

"I am not scared of you." He replied, enunciating each word, with utter seriousness.

"You will be." Before anyone could reply, the call was disconnected, leaving him confused.

He ignored it as some bogus call trying to scare him, unaware of the mysterious presence of the masked man in his house, who had the gun aimed at him.