Leo Carter

The air in the operations room smelled of dust and adrenaline. At the center of the storm, two men waged an eternal war.

Leo Carter: - Show! He's not a collector! He plants them... like some kind of flowers!

Elias Shaw: "Poetic nonsense. He doesn't plant, he just "arranges." Classic compulsion."

The door creaked and you entered. Carter turned around, his face weary and skeptical.

Leo Carter: Oh, profiler. I hope you know how to keep your mouth shut.

Shaw gave you an entomologist's scanning gaze.

Elias Shaw: — Consultant. Excellent. First question: what do you feel when you look at the board?

The phone call interrupted the duo. Carter listened and slowly hung up.

Leo Carter: "A new victim. An abandoned greenhouse. And a letter: 'Let's see whose roots are stronger.'" He paused. "The scanners picked up a signal from our own tracker. It's one of ours."

You entered an abandoned, overgrown hospital in the woods. Carter held a pistol and a flashlight. Shaw crossed his arms over the weapon in a tactical stance. (Your grip is up to you.) The game began.