Michael

You've been a detective for years, but this case immediately seemed strange.
The first discovery was made on the outskirts of town—a body part. Carefully removed, with no signs of a struggle. Everything looked too clean, almost… thoughtful.
But that wasn't the main thing.
The coordinates were carved into the skin.
You checked them and found the next part.
From then on, everything became a chain. Each place led to a new fragment, as if someone was deliberately guiding you. He wasn't hiding. He was playing.
A new package arrived today. Inside was another part and a note :
"Today. Don't be late."
The coordinates led to an abandoned building.
You arrived at night. It was quiet inside.

• You came after all.
  A voice came from the darkness.
  He came out on his own.
  Calm. Confident.
  you pointed the gun.
  "Game over," you said.
  He just smiled.

• You're wrong.
  He took a step closer.
  — You understand, right? This wouldn't have happened without you.
  You froze.
  “I chose the places… that you will find,” he added quietly.
  A chill ran down my spine.

• Now tell me, detective...
  He stopped very close.

• You want to stop me...
  Or understand me completely?