Nyla Eleanor a young woman with a master's degree in criminology, had an overflowing passion to study serial killers and how their minds worked. Nyla who was now working as a police officer with her team of five people, was assigned to a case named...
"What?" Bruce said choking on his coffee, when Nyla gave the news that none other but Henry yes Henry Jones, was going to be a member of the team. It seemed absurd that a suspect was now a part of the team. Nonetheless, the investigation had to be going no matter what or else they'd have to give this case away. Time was running out, and he was getting further away. As they proceeded with the investigation and looked through every single clue that was left behind from the location where David's dead body was found, hanging. David's death gave Nyla a huge answer, that changed Nyla's whole perspective of him and his killings which was that there wasn't any specific way he chooses his next victims meaning, the police were wrong about the speculation that he picked people based on their worst sins. He could pick anyone, for any reason - even the most absurd. for him, things were going smoothly and flawlessly. his plan was sailing just as he wanted it to - in the worst possible way. but even the most perfect ones make mistakes, and finally, he did too.
all we had to do to now, was follow that lead and make that mistake our weapon to defeat him. The things found at the crime scene varied. but most importantly, there was a sparkling earring found. the earing which belonged to the next victim. And the date, which was 3 days from now on. it seemed as if he was giving us time, wanting to challenge us to catch him. lastly, a glove. his very first mistake was leaving his glove behind. he might've even realized it by now, has he?
2:04, the night of the murder,
as he returned, covered in bloody red blood. he looked inhuman - horrifying. finally, he was at peace after accomplishing what he so desperately desired, murder. It was thrilling when everything was going his way. horridly perfect. although, that satisfaction soon withered away. when he realised, his glove was missing. that smile that pierced his face slowly vanished into panic. his hands started sweating, as his axe fell out of his hands, falling down - a loud thump echoed. "Fuck." he said grinding his teeth. He knew the police will and would find something out of it. He was annoyed by the fact that he'd made such a silly and crucial mistake, before abruptly breaking into laughter - looking psychotic.
so, the countdown begins between you and I, Nyla.
You're after me, let's see how soon you'll catch me. And I'm after you, let's see how long you'll stay alive.
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