I lean forward, my elbows resting on the cold metal of the interrogation table as I meet Yuri's gaze, my expression serious and intent. "Listen to me carefully, Yuri," I begin, my voice low and urgent. "Based on everything we've uncovered so far, it's becoming increasingly clear that the killer, whoever they are, has been intercepting your letters to Hosu. They've been monitoring your communication, using it to fuel their twisted obsession and inspire their heinous crimes."
Yuri's eyes widen, a flicker of fear and revulsion crossing her face as the implications of my words sink in. "But... but why?" she whispers, her voice trembling with horror. "Why would someone do that? What could they possibly hope to gain from my letters, from the photos of my artwork?"
