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

The next five days pass in a whirlwind of activity. The briefing room becomes our command center, with maps, photos, and plans covering every available surface. The air is thick with tension and determination as we race against the clock to prepare for Thursday's operation.

Detective Pyo takes charge of assembling our team of decoys. In addition to herself, she selects three other female officers known for their quick thinking and physical prowess. I watch as they gather around a table, poring over photos of the victims and discussing how to emulate their appearance and behavior.

"Remember," Pyo instructs, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation, "we need to appear vulnerable without being obvious. Natural hair colors, minimal makeup. Clothes that are practical for the rain, but not too protective."

The Ninth Case (6)