Down the alley, in the dark void, two figures in a struggle. Like a predator and its prey, the man on top undresses the women trapped and cornered. Her stifled screams and shrieks pierce the ears of those in the nearby apartments.

Yet, they ignore her plea for help, locking their windows, they hide and cower away. With one final grunt and one painful moan, the deed was done. Defiled and deflowered, the women mentally and physically exhausted did not move an inch.

Her lower began to cry, releasing the man's baby liquid and her maiden blood. Cackling to himself the man began to clothe himself, spitting on the women to show who was still in charge. Furthermore, he would unleash his warm yellow stream, declaring that she was now his.

All the women could do was let out a single whimper and a slow stream of tears. Her clothes were in tatters and dirted with his sperm. Backing away the man would beckon for another figure to approach the woman.

A boy roughly in his teenage years began to strip off his pants. As told by the man, presumed to be his guardian. By the time she came to, she was left alone covered in their sperm. Dragging herself to her apartment, she went directly to her room.

Suffering alone thousands of miles away from her parents and friends. She felt disgusted and felt hopeless. Hidden in her closet she began to contemplate whether she should live on, should she just end it all.

When night came, the moon would shine its ray on the window of an apartment. Illuminating a fallen chair, casting the shadow of the figure of the woman. Her tongue sticking out of her mouth from the rope around her neck.

Writing down the notes of the suicide victim, Cain analyzed each and every detail. From her scuffed fingers from scratching the men's skin, the dirty alleyway, and her own body. To the slits on her wrist, suggesting she was afraid of dying a slow death.

Stowing away his notepad, Cain entered her room. There she would encounter the pair of scissors that she had used. Donning his leather gloves, he examined the scissors and found them to be dull. She must've been in so much pain. Tear through her wrist and veins with such a dull scissor.

Even though he pitied the woman, these kinds of suicide were too common in Hemian.

" Detective! You might want to see this."

In the woman's mouth, she hid her final notes.

' I screamed, I suffered, and I was unable to bear it all. Alone forever I will be. They defiled me, my every being. I have nothing left to myself. Death Awaits me.'

Written on the back of the note, Cain would notice a name.

" Alex."

With the clue, Cain left everything to the CSI team and left, going on a hunt. Back at the station, he made some calls. A while later he would be sent a USB containing the captured video of the entire city. With the security cameras encompassing the entire city, everything was always recorded.

Though not much could be used since corruption was always blocking their arrests. Not this time, he was determined to capture the rapist this time. The video was very static, so Cain skipped through many clips before he would land on the correct one.

The video showed Jeanie the dead woman walking down the street. After a few seconds, two blurry figures would be seen trailing her.

" Sick bastard."

The second figure was clearly shorter and wore clothes only teenagers would wear. And the other was a balding man, possibly in his forties, wearing a vest and shorts. The only conclusion he could make from this was that the sick bastard brought his son with him, to rape Jeanie.

"Kssh!..John put out an order for all available units to be on alert for a balding man, whose likely to be wearing jeans and a vest. And a boy wearing sneakers and wearing a ring on his index finger on his left hand...Kssh! Over."

"Kssh!..Copy."

Donning his colt and trench coat, Cain heads out for his car. Cruising through the streets, his eyes never stopped scanning. By chance, he sees the exact man, in a vehicle on the opposite side. Driving further up, Cain would discreetly park ten cars behind the man.

How old the man is, tapping away at the side of his door, whistling like there was nothing wrong. Unknownst to Cain, the man was choosing his next targets. His eyes were glued to their chest and bunder.

Licking his lips the man locked on and began driving away. Not noticing the corvette stingray, ten cars behind him. However, after a while, Cain felt like he was driving on a mapped route, as they kept passing by the same statue.

Suddenly the nissan that the man was driving, went of course and Cain was unable to follow. Since he was stuck behind ten cars on a red light. The man was also clever enough to have his license plate hidden from Cain's view.

Unable to do anything, Cain went back to his office and wrote down further details of the man.

That night, a teacher stayed behind to finish her work. Busy grading her student's hard work she was not able to notice the man staring at her through the side window. Staring at her silky red hair and hazel brown eyes. By his side, of course, was his son who he had forced to come along again.

Inside, Sumae was casually listening to music, while working since she was nearly down. Suddenly the light with a zap went out. Though she wasn't shocked since it was a common thing to happen in the school. The cameras powered off and everything went dark. Using her phone as a flashlight she continued to work.

The man and his son were already behind the door to her classroom. With her music drowning out the noises, she was unaware that the two were now able to do whatever they wish to her.

Deciding to take a break, she took off her earphones, looking up she would freeze. A handgun's barrel pointing right between her eyes. In a blink, she was dragged and forced to the ground. Her screams echoed throughout the whole school. Each thrust of his brought her waves of pain.

Turning her around, Sumae would let out a painful scream, unable to bear their torment. But that was not the end. The man beckoned his son to use her mouth, Sumae's painful thirty minutes, to her was a lifetime of torture. She could hardly breathe and her lower lips and gate were constantly being violated.

Just like Jeanie, Sumae was left alive and inseminated. Discovered by her students, it was a terrifying scene for first graders. Their kind and passionate teacher was left in the corner naked and motionless.

Cain was furious, there was no footage, no evidence this time. The rapist had stepped up his game and now Cain was left with nothing but his description. In the hospital, Sumae stared blankly through the window. Her arms and legs were strapped down, for her own safety. By her bedside were baskets full of get-will notes from her students.

" Detective, I think you should wait for her to get well first."

Looking at her through the glass panel, he could tell that the Sumae the school described was nowhere to be seen. Currently, she is like an empty husk with no emotion. Putting out his cigar, Cain left the hospital with burning fury.