3 partes Continúa Detective Cain's eyes scanned the cluttered room, his gaze lingering on the stack of files and crime scene photos scattered across his desk.
A faint hum of anxiety buzzed in the back of his mind as he delved into the files. They were all about a serial killer, one who had been terrorizing the city . The killer's MO was brutal and efficient: fifteen deliberate steps leading up to the torso, followed by a grotesque, hand-sewn smile stitched onto the victim's face.
As Cain pored over the evidence, he began to feel a creeping sense of familiarity. It was as if he had seen these crime scenes before, had walked in the killer's shoes. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?
He looked down at his hands, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a faint smudge of blood on his fingertips. But when he looked again, it was gone.
Cain's gut told him that he was missing something crucial, something that could crack the entire case wide open. But what?
