If his morning couldn't be worse than it already was, Inspector got a letter on his office desk, early in the morning.
Heya officers!
Hope you're having a great day.
I must say that the last one you sent after me would maybe be successful, but he forgot one key thing; I control this game. He tried to mess with my rules and I do not accept this kind of behavior. Don't EVER try to trick the creator of the game you're playing by changing the rules of it. It never works out the way you want it to. The creator will always be one step ahead of you.
Everything I do is planned. If something happens that benefits you it's because I was bored and wanted to play. You didn't actually think you'd find me if I hadn't texted him, did you? If I don't want you to find me than you can search the whole New York and everything around but you still won't find me, yeah? Keep that in mind, will you.
I can't wait to see what you prepared for me next time! I'm excited.
Don't forget; I'm your
p. o. i. s. o. n.
I'll kill you painfully and steadily until you have no resources for the vaccine anymore.
Till we see each other then!
Sincerely,
That little flaw in the system you forgot to remove
She's a dark horse. No one sees her coming – everyone underestimates her. That's why she is far more dangerous than any other criminal out there. A shade among shadows. A dark horse, out to play.
And him? He was a mere detective, another player in her cruel game of cat and mouse. A game she wins over and over.
He was a detective working for police. A hero. In any difficult situation, he would find himself in he'd pull some last minute stunt and come out of a crumbling building without a scratch. He was supposed to be alive according to any book or film you watch right? Wrong. People tend to forget that the most important thing about stories like this is that…
Sometimes…
The hero dies.