The Possession Crimes Unit office buzzed with a grim urgency. Sycamore stood in front of the evidence board, staring at the 23 faces pinned up in neat rows—each one a criminal, each one brutally killed.
His gaze hardened as he reviewed the details.
Twenty-three bodies, all with criminal records. Assault, theft, battery—each victim had blood on their hands, but not enough to warrant this.
"Twenty-three bodies," Sycamore muttered, arms crossed. "All criminals. The killer's not targeting the innocent—at least not by any conventional sense of the word."
Cindy, flipping through a stack of victim reports, leaned against the desk. "He's picking people who have hurt others. Criminals. It's like he's cleaning up the streets, but… there's something off about it. It feels too deliberate, too… twisted."
