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 sit at the conference table, surrounded by stacks of documents, some edges still charred from the fire. Han and our team are similarly engrossed, each of us poring over different sections of the recovered papers.

"I think I've found something about Choi's early years," Detective Kim announces, holding up a weathered journal. Her voice draws everyone's attention.

As she reads, a picture begins to form of Choi's beginnings. He was left at the church doorstep as an infant, with nothing but a blanket and a small silver cross. The nuns took him in, raising him as their own. From an early age, Choi showed an intense devotion to religion that went beyond normal childhood faith.

"Listen to this," Kim continues, reading from the journal. "'Young Choi possesses a remarkable understanding of scripture far beyond his years. His dedication to prayer and study is unmatched. Many of us believe he is destined for greatness within the church.'"

The Last Case (3)