"Red on white, classic. Corpses don't talk, but this... This scream's a tale.
I'm listening, Detective.
paces around the room Alright, listen up. We've got a red stain on the wall, splattered about three feet off the ground. My guess? The killer stood at least that tall.
rolls his eyes Prints? You think this is a fucking movie? The killer wore gloves. No prints. But look here. points to a close-up of the blood-stained mask
grinning Oh, you bet your ass I do. snatches the mask from the evidence bag See this lace work? It's intricate, almost like a damn wedding dress.
imitating a high-pitched voice "Oh, Alex, this is soooo exciting!" rolls his eyes No, it's not exciting, it's frustrating!
Not quite what I meant, but sure, frustration's part of the process
throws the mask onto the table Frustrating is putting it lightly!
So, what's next, Detective?
snaps What's next is we dig deeper, Enigma! We're not dealing with some low-budget horror flick here. This is real life, and people are counting on us to crack this case wide open! slams his fist on the table
Keep your shirt on, Alex. We'll figure this out.
As Alex and StarfishEnigma continue to investigate, they uncover a hidden basement beneath the mansion. Inside, they find a collection of disturbing files and photographs related to the victim.
This looks like some serious shit, Alex.
raises an eyebrow Serious shit? This is off-the-charts crazy, Enigma. We're talking about someone who knew the victim intimately.
Looks like the killer was...a friend.
narrows his eyes A friend? Yeah, maybe. But friends don't kill each other, do they? Unless... unless there was something more here.
Hold on, let me see those files.
flips through the files Enigma, these documents... they detail a twisted relationship between the victim and the killer.
leans in closer Look, Enigma. These files suggest that the victim and the killer were engaged in some kind of dark, twisted game.
pauses dramatically A game of power and control. It's like they were playing some twisted version of chess, where the pawns were human lives.
Sick doesn't even begin to cover it, Enigma. We're dealing with a psychopath who saw their victims as nothing more than pawns to be used and discarded.
And what's the end goal of this twisted game?
pauses, deep in thought Well, Enigma, it seems like the killer was after something.
Com'on Alex, what was it?
leans in closer, whispering The killer was after something...something that could change everything.
puts a hand on StarfishEnigma's shoulder Listen, Enigma. We can't let this twisted game continue.
Agreed. So what's our next move, Alex?
stands up, determined Our next move is to find the key to this twisted game.
Do you know where we can find it, Alex?
grabs his coat We need to follow the trail, Enigma. The killer left behind a few clues, subtle hints that might lead us to the truth.
Alright, Alex. Let's get moving.
pulls out a map and points to a location We start by heading to the old warehouse on Water Street. It's a long shot, but it might have the answers we're looking for.
How do we play this one, Alex?
smirks We play it by being one step ahead of the killer, Enigma. We need to understand the rules of this twisted game if we want to end it.