TK_Selwyn

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head

As I continue to follow the strange sweeping marks deeper into the forest, Aileen's voice suddenly pipes up in my head.

"You know," she says, her tone uncharacteristically soft, "I've never liked dark forests. They're so... spooky. Makes a girl feel like she needs a big, strong detective to protect her."

I roll my eyes internally. "Aileen, you're a voice in my head. You don't need protection."

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she pouts. "Can't a girl flirt a little to lighten the mood? Besides, you have to admit, it is pretty creepy out here."

Despite my best efforts, I find myself smirking. "Focus, Aileen. We're trying to solve a case here, not star in a horror movie."

"Fine, fine," she concedes, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "Let's talk about these weird sweeping marks then. What do you make of them, handsome?"

The Seventh Case (7)