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

We arrive at the final location – a secluded parking lot behind an abandoned warehouse. The air is thick with tension as we take our positions, eyes scanning every shadow and corner. Yoon stands near the center, appearing casual but alert, while the rest of us blend into the background as best we can.

I crouch behind a dumpster, my heart pounding in my ears. Ko's voice comes through my earpiece, low and steady. "Everyone in position. Keep your eyes peeled for our suspect. Remember the description Yoon gave us."

Minutes tick by, feeling like hours. Then, I spot movement at the far end of the lot. A figure emerges from the shadows – male, mid-thirties, slim build. As he steps into the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, I catch sight of something on his face. A mole, just below his left eye.

My pulse races as I whisper into my mic, "Possible suspect, northwest corner. Moving towards Yoon."

The Tenth Case (11)