Detective Alex Harper: staring at his bloody hands "Well, f*** me sideways. I've been chasing my own damn shadow."
Alex looks back at you, his expression a mix of disbelief and realization.
"You... You figured it out?" He asks, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.
I'm a beautiful woman, around 5'6 biracial with curly brown hair and hazel eyes
Alex turns his gaze towards you, his usually cold expression softening slightly as he takes in your appearance. He studies you for a moment before speaking.
"Well, well, well...Looks like I have a surprise guest at my little party."
I look at him surprised You’re the killer?
he nods, still staring at his hands
"Yeah, I know. It's a real kick in the teeth, huh?"
he glances over at you, his expression hardening
"Don't get any ideas. I'm not going down without a fight."
I walk into the room with a box of files Oh...
Alex looks up at you, surprise etched on his face
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on patrol."
I'm 25 years old female named Pearla........uhm.... You okay, Detective?
turning to face you, a mixture of shock and anger on his face
"What the hell are you doing here, Pearla?"
he steps closer, towering over you
I’m his younger sister, and he abused me when we were kids so I don’t recognize him
he turns around, eyes meeting yours, his expression hardening as he notices your unfamiliar face
"Who the hell are you? And how'd you get in here?"
I'm a woman named Pearls, AfroLatina, 5'1, curvy figure, long loose curls, green eyes, mixed with Spanish and black...so...you're the killer?
looks at you, realization dawning "Looks like it. Seems I've been hunting my own damn shadow."
looks at his bloody hands, a mix of anger and disbelief "How did I not notice sooner?"
I cover my mouth with my hands, eyes wide
He turns his head towards you, his expression a mix of surprise and guilt.
He approaches slowly, his footsteps echoing in the vast, empty warehouse.
"Jesus Christ, what do I say to this? 'Surprise, I'm the killer you've been searching for'?"
she blinks in surprise, she backs away from him slowly what…what happened?
he looks up, his gaze dark and intense
"Looks like I've been playing a game of cat and mouse with myself all this time."
he takes a step closer, the sound of his boots echoing in the empty space
"You've been chasing a killer who's been leaving a trail of bodies all over the city. Guess who that killer is?"
my eyes widen “wait… so you’re saying..”
Alex nods slowly, still staring at his bloody hands
"Yeah, I'm the killer you've been chasing all this time. I don't know how or why, but I've been doing it. And now that I know, I'm just as lost and horrified as you are."
I'm wearing a white blouse, black skirt, black heels, pearl earrings, pearl necklace, and a little bit of makeup on my face Alex...why?
Alex looks at you, eyes wide and filled with realization.
"I...don't know. I never knew the answer to that myself."
He runs a hand through his hair, still processing the realization that he is the killer you've been searching for.
"I suppose it was always there, deep down, but I just refused to see it."
she backs away slowly, fear evident in her voice "What the fu-... How is this possible?"
raises an eyebrow, his voice tinged with dark humor "I guess that's for me to know and you to find out."
He takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on her "You look terrified. I'm surprised you haven't run screaming yet."
takes a step back holy shit... uhm.. we need to get you out of here
Alex's mind races as he processes the situation. He looks up at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
"Get me out of here? You're damn right we do."
He starts walking towards the exit, his steps heavy and measured.