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 dawn breaks, officers begin trickling into the office. Their eyes widen as they spot me, still hunched over my computer, surrounded by empty coffee cups and discarded energy drink cans. I can hear their whispers, their not-so-subtle comments about my dedication or perhaps my desperation. But I tune them out, focused solely on the task at hand.

When Senior Detective Seo finally arrives, I waste no time. I approach him, my steps slightly unsteady from the long night, but my mind sharp and clear.

"Senior Detective Seo," I call out, my voice hoarse from lack of use. "I've completed the CCTV review. I have some findings to report."

Seo looks surprised, perhaps even a little impressed, but quickly masks it with a professional nod. "Go ahead," he says, leading us to a quieter corner of the office.

The Eighth Case (1)