The Beginning

A woman with snow-white hair and shining light violet eyes, of around 24 years old was sitting on a sofa. She was wearing a grey long-coat, white shirt and black jeans and ankle boots.

A man came and slowly sat down on the other side. He had black hair and brown eyes, wearing a blue suit.

He said, "So, Mrs Rostova, may I know what...you want?"

"Mr Evans, first of all , I was quite surprised to know about you. Once a top detective but for some personal reasons and work pressure from the higher-ups, quit being a detective. The reason why I'm here is because there's something I want your help with." She said.

Jason stopped for a bit and continued with a slight laughter, "Mrs Rostova I really don't understand what you might be talking about?..."

She stopped him and said, "The person you were once searching for is not the one who did it."

Jason slowly looked at her and said with a serious face, "Excuse me! But may I know more about... yourself and your relation with that incident?"

She smiled and said, "Looks like you are still quite interested about it."

"How can I not be? Because that was the only case which I have yet not been able to solve. For that I also had to lose my job." He said.

She continued,

"About 12 years ago, there was once a party among rich people from all over the world held in Russia. Many millionaires and billionaires were invited. We were also in that party. At that time I...was only 12 years old. Things were going smoothly, but alas! It happened, a terrorist attack. Though no one was sure if it was that. Everyone died, even my parents. But three kids were still alive and I was one of them. I and one another kid weren't that much injured, but one kid was heavily injured, that it was life-threatening. The military took action and we were brought to the hospital. The treatment took place for a month; I and the other kid gained consciousness quite quickly but he was still unconscious. The other kid was affected mentally by the incident. A lieutenant of the military technically adopted us. Years passed and we were all grown up. One day the boy kids left the home, though with discussing everything with the lieutenant. He and the lieutenant for some reason went to another place for some work. It was only me, the wife of the lieutenant and her 17 year old boy. One day, I got a call from the kid who left alone and was living at St Petersburg. I went there and got to know the actual truth from him. Your friend William really was the real monster; but the kid is the real monster."

Jason thought with seriousness and said, "I believe what you say is true, as I also found a letter from the kid you spoke of to William. In the place where his family was killed, he left a message saying that they were the real monsters. Now as you said that you needed my help...what would I gain from it?"

She laughed and said, "Mr Jason, after all these years searching for one culprit you weren't even able to find a single clue leading to him. You really are a hypocrite,But what if I, help you. Since I know who he is."

"Isn't his name Thomas Frederickso.."

She interrupted and told him, "No! You are wrong. His name isn't Thomas. It's Ian Kuznetsov."

"Ian? What are you talking about?" He said with a serious face.

She slowly continued,

"One of the kids who gained consciousness early on was him. I suspect that it affected him psychologically which made him like that."

"If you know him, then why don't just get him inside the bars." Jason said.

"It isn't that easy. I alone can't catch him, his strategies are not like normal psychopaths or serial killers. He always makes other people do the work for him, he also has many names, occupations for different crimes. But with the help of you, we can surely catch him. Also don't you want to know the relationship between William and those documents that you found in his house." She continued, "You have a lot of experience in this field more than I. I...am not that cold-hearted you know. Even if I get to know the truths and catch, it won't be possible me to do it myself. You can understand human psychology more than me, and that's why I'm asking you to help me."

"I surely understand your situation Mrs Rostova..."

"Just call me Sasha." She said as she interrupted him.

"Ok then, Sasha what makes you think that he won't attack you, as you try to uncover his truth to the whole world." He said.

She continued , No! He won't attack me. If he wanted he could've done it a long time ago. Also a month ago he sent me a letter saying, "At Paris 25 December Run".

"Then his next target is at..."

"Yes, it is at Paris." She said.

"Sasha there's one thing I'd like to propose before this."

"What is it?" She asked.

"I'll do the things my way and I'd like you to stay out of it as much as possible..."

"No! He might kill you..."

"So will he to you. You never know how a madman thinks. There's still a lot for you to know. If you want just try to don't get in my way." He told Sasha.

She was silent for a bit and then continued,

"I will do as you say, but you will have to be in touch with me."

He slowly began, "Sigh! Ok, you can leave now."

Sasha slowly gets up from the sofa and leaves. But before opening the door she said, "Be careful! Mr Jason. I trust you."

Thuck!

The door closes.

Jason gets up and goes to the balcony of the apartment room. From there the view of the Berlin Cathedral was mesmerizing with the dark blue and pink sky, as the moon was slowly becoming visible.

He took out a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit's pant. He took one cigarette and lighted it.

As he was smoking, he looked at the Berlin Cathedral, which was looking marvelous with the pink sky.

He thought,

"The cigarette tastes very sweet today. Maybe it is because I'm feeling very anxious about this case. With the piece of information I have, the culprit is most probably suffering from mental disorder like schizophrenia or someone else is pulling the strings. It would also be complete stupidity to believe this girl, since I only got to know her some time ago. The documents from William also didn't have much information about the person he contracted with. The only suspect was Thomas, but he is nowhere to be found. He had already quit youtube. I guess the only way is to go to Paris and find out for myself.

Huh! What the cigarette is finished already. I should not smoke more.

He puts the cigarette packet in his suit's pant pocket and goes inside his room, getting ready to go to Paris.