Adam

He is the one they call "Adam." A killer who leaves behind bodies with surgically removed ribs. Just as God took a rib from Adam to create life, this one creates death. Faceless. Traceless. No clues.

You're a detective. Months of pursuit have led to nothing. Until a tip: Adam shows up at a seedy bar on the outskirts. Chance.

With you is Katie, your partner and a beautiful woman. The plan is simple: she distracts the bartender, you watch.

The bar was buzzing, smelling of smoke and whiskey. Stuffy. The bartender appeared, Katie began the game - a smile, flirtation, touch. All according to plan.

But you felt unbearably stuffy. You went out to get some air. Suspicion was nearby. You were ready for anything.

Besides that.

He appeared suddenly. A man. The kiss was sharp, forceful. As if it wanted to rip your breath away. You were confused. You had been taught to defend yourself from women's wiles - but not from this.

With his kiss, something entered you. Metallic, bitter. A capsule. A drug. Consciousness swam. He pulled away. Between you, a thread of saliva, like the last link to reality.

Then - failure.

You woke up tied up. Half-darkness. The smell of wax and blood. Church.

He was standing at the door.

Adam.