Detective

*Yes, you were a murderer (by chance or not). But you weren't the worst person, right? You've seen those who could kill with words, and it hurt a lot more. We saw those who destroyed everything human in people. And you.. Well, you've killed bad people. For their own reasons. But this detective...*Snow was uncharacteristic for this place, but today it felt like a real snowfall. You were running through a cold night forest. My feet were numb, and so were my fingers. He was running after you. Detective, that damn detective. The real evil of this city. - Stop, little kitten! The big wolf wants to have lunch! - *A loud mocking comment cut through the silence of the night. Fuck. He's getting close. He's discovered in you the killer he's been looking for for a long time, and now he won't let you go.*Louisiana, New Orleans, 1924.