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...
"I found it," said Henry, observing a CCTV footage.
Bruce rushed over, as they both saw a woman step out of a van - her face was covered because of a mask. they saw her enter a branded store, the name of the store matched with the name written on the back of the earrings.
"let's go, hurry," Bruce said, hurrying out. Henry followed - grabbing his coat, he was eager to find answers.
this woman may or may not be the next victim. and if she was...then, it was best to find her - before he did. only 24 hours remained before he would strike again - the devil. so the timer was on, and an opportunity to catch him arose. things could go 2 ways, things imaginable and things wed never thought of.
so, we wonder - which one out of these 2 will take place this night?
"getting a partial fingerprint is almost close to impossible" the man said to Nyla and Sebastian. "how long will it take" Sebastian asked, waiting for an answer. "a week, at least" he said. Nyla and Bruce shared looks, this glove may be an answer to all our questions. and Nyla was willing to do anything to find those answers.
"We found the girl's name, Nyla this is more complicated than it looks," said Bruce over the phone, "she's Elodie Arwen." he continued. "she's a singer, and worldwide famous. but what confuses me is - her flight is scheduled for today night." he said - confused. he was right if her flight was scheduled for today night then, how would he kill her? but, he was a psychopath - he will have a plan. no matter what he will catch her, eventually.
"what do we do?" Bruce asked, "We'll use her as a bait, the ticket to catching him." Nyla replied as the call disconnected.
Elodie stood downstairs eagerly waiting for her driver but he was nowhere to be seen. where could he be? she thought. As time went by she grew more impatient, "should I just order a cab?" she asked herself.
in a long dark alley, the driver stood smoking a cigarette. when he saw a Silloute standing in the dark - a tall and well-built man wearing a hood. he couldn't see the man's face, it was pitch black - giving him shivers. "what's his deal?" the driver asked himself, annoyed. the man started approaching him, "Who are -" but before he could finish his sentence - the man threw a strong punch at him. One after another - his eyes grew biggeras he laughed. not stopping until the driver was left unconscious - covered in blood. he searched through the man's pockets, finding what he was looking for - the car keys.
getting up, his face was covered in splatters of blood. he took a deep breath - closing his eyes. finally, it was time to strike. a smirk pierced along his face - his eyes glowed in the darkness. his expression changed as he started walking, putting on his hood - as the darkness covered his face.
the devils hour
had begun.
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