17 July 1995
The world is cruel. Full of hatred. Carelessness. And that comes under the category of the word "crime". What does crime do? Just doing something wrong? No. It is doing something wrong when you are out of your mind. Everyone in this world has this "thing" in his mind. And this "thing" has been trying to conquer your whole being. Its a warfare. Its a battle. Nothing can make peace with both. But only one can overcome...
I am Kily Francis. And I have experience many. Many what? Many crimes. My ambition when I was a child was being a lawyer and a detective. I love riddles and word puzzles. I am a person with a simple and yet complex mindset. I love saving people, saving the world. I have a childhood friend- Joan Comet. She is working as a doctor. Not a doctor in a clinic, its the doctor in the lab. She is my partner.
Lately, there was a murder case. A complex one. Something that has brought lesser trust in one of another.
"I have checked all around the house, madam. There's nothing. Nothing at all." Sir James came back with his report of inspection.
"Did you check the windows, door knots, television sets, chairs, tables, cloth, rags. Everything. I want everything checked!" I said with my voice getting louder and louder of every word that came out of my mouth. I was worried. Worried? Worried because its the first case I am facing? No. I am worried because... There was nothing I can find. Nothing. Nothing was left from the culprit. This said something, something private in our office was leaked out- our methods.
Joan has been checking the victim's body. She reported that the victim was stabbed 50 times in her chest and 31 times in her thighs each. I saw her, it was terrifying. Horrible. But I saw a look of guilt and innocence in her eyes...
