-The darkness can be quite fascinating. I indulge in the slightly mad and obscure. The odd and mundane sides of things. They captivate my interest. That is why I must be so different from the rest. I find my abilities to be quite underrated. As a private detective, I find a small part of the world to be "truly humane".
My name is Christine Morden; and I work for the FBI. The bureau has not been the same since we got a very unusual case, almost ten years ago. It was 1990, exactly nine and a half years ago, and the bureau has changed quite a lot, since then. The oddly familiar system has changed. Registering local cases has been handled differently. Like our ancestors before us, mankind has tried to find different ways to adapt to new environmental changes. To experiment with new resources and to collect these new resources. To find an answer to every question, and a solution to each new problem that arises.
But, allow me to tell you the story of what happened. It's quite interesting, to say the least. Although this information is fairly classified just to clarify any questions, this story must be known unto the world at least one way or another. It was a dark Sunday night, in the middle of November and my colleagues were in Queens for a case. There, as we were registering the files for the case, we found something quite unusual. Officer Rutherford was my partner on the case. Sharp shooter. Wide spacial intelligence... Very thorough methods. Quite eccentric to say the least. I was driving the chevy. It was the fastest drive ever. It was exhausting. Ruth, was in another car, yet we still were able to communicate through Walkie-Talkie.

"Morden, we need you to come unto the scene. Do you copy?"

"Yes, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes"

"Hurry. Transmission's closing in. There's a killer on the loose. Got it!"

"Got it."

"Rutherford signing out."