4 Partes Continúa Contenido adultoThe crisp night air slipped through Clover's open window, whispering a monotonous tone, a clamor in contrast of the thoughts swirling inside her mind. The breeze of the wind gently caressing her hair. She stared at the cluster of photos on her desk: six faces, youthful and vibrant, now still and lifeless. Each students, a victim of an alleged serial killer circling around Philomena Lakewood College.
She ran her hand on her face, a familiar gesture when she's deep in thought. This wasn't just a random act of violence. There was a method to the madness, a deliberate selection of victims, a chilling choreography of death. She moved to the next photo, each one is a piece of puzzle, a window into the victim's life, and a window to the killer's mind.
Clover picked up a photograph, the glossy surface reflecting the harsh lights of her desk lamp. Each photo reveals a different face and a different story. At the back are the details of the crime. She closed her eyes trying to visualize the scene. A deep breath escaped her mouth. She opened her eyes, a flicker of understanding in their depths. She was close, she could feel it. She just needs to follow the rhythm.