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

I settle into my desk chair, the first case file open before me. As I begin to read, Bundy's voice emerges in my mind, uninvited but somehow expected.

"Ah, the thrill of a fresh case," Bundy's smooth voice echoes. "Shall we dissect it together, detective?"

I sigh internally, knowing I can't entirely shut him out. "Just observations, Bundy. No commentary."

"Of course, of course," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone.

I focus on the file, reading about the elderly couple found dead in their home. Their son, unable to reach them by phone, discovered their bodies.

"Interesting," Bundy muses. "A family member finding the bodies. Always adds an extra layer of trauma, doesn't it?"

I ignore his comment, continuing to read. The CCTV at the main gate showed no sign of the killer entering.

"Clever," Bundy remarks. "He found another way in. Probably scouted the location beforehand. I always did enjoy a good reconnaissance."

The Tenth Case (2)