I looked over the body. Nothing stood out. This seems more like a calling card than her usual work. Like she just wanted to scare us. The blue and white uniform was tattered with precision, and excellent knife handling skills. She surprised the maid and lured her to this spot by planting money. Fast, simple, efficient. That's how she works. She burned her name tag just to prove she had more than enough time. She's terrifying.

"What's your conclusion," asked Smith. "The crime is too simple. This seems more like she's flexing. Like she's proving that she's one step ahead. Seems she wants to scare us," I replied. "Like damn she will. This girls gone completely insane. We need to find her and fast," said Smith and I nodded. "I'm calling forensics, I also have a plan for you boys," said Johnson dialing his phone. "Perfect, you all go ahead, I'll be questioning everyone in this hotel. Even if it takes all nights," Smith said quickly before leaving the room. Phil and I followed Johnson and we drove to the station and following him down the hall.

"You guys can stay here while on this case. It's not much, but you have internet and at least the food around here is good," Johnson said as he opened the door to the make-shift bedroom they put together last minute. This looks like it use to be a storage room but now there's a bunk bed and a desk with files on it. A lamp, a mini fridge, a small microwave, toaster and a small dresser were the other things in the room aside from the window with black curtains by the desk that looked out onto street below. The glass looked to be tinted, at least no one can see in. Phil and I walked in and Johnson walked out, shutting the door behind him. "Should we look though the files again," I asked and Phil gave a sad sigh. "Dan I just want to go to bed if that's ok," Said Phil defeated. "Yeah I understand. Go to bed, I'll go to sleep here soon, I'll use my phone flashlight so you can sleep," I assured and he weakly smiled at me before crawling into the bottom bunk.

I sat at the desk and got to work, I guess I must have fallen asleep because the next sound I heard was my phone ringing. I looked at the time. 8:47, before answering it. "Hello," I said sleepily. "Good morning Daniel, I didn't mean to wake you." I froze. I knew that voice! How did she get my phone number?.... She continued, "I need you to come to the train station. Platform 16. Please hurry it leaves here shortly," she sighed.

"Its you, his granddaughter," I said standing up, rubbing my eyes, and I heard her chuckle. "Please call me (Y/n). I think we became close enough," she said sweetly. "What game are you playing," I asked. "Your cab is out front," she said before hanging up. I stood there for a brief moment listening to the dial tone. I walked to the window and sure enough a taxi was waiting for me. I looked back at Phil whom was still asleep.  Should I wake him... no she only wants me. Damn it. If I bring Phil she could kill someone or worse, him... "I have no choice," I whispered grabbing my coat and sneaked out of the police station. The few cops saw me,  I just told them I needed some air and they let me step outside. I got into the cab it it drove without me saying anything. I hope I made the right choice. I just looked out the window, till we got there. I got to the train station and right when I walked through the door I got another phone call. "Board the train on platform 16. Please sit in the back, I'll be sitting in your cart. You'll be able to see me from your seat. Don't come up to me," she explained. "Why," I asked as I paid for my ticket. "That's your prize silly. I'll explain when you get to your seat," she replied. "Fine," I said walking to the platform as Not many people ride that train this early, not only that, but not many would ride it in the first place, due to it being a one stop ride into the county. Pretty smart of her. I got on and found my seat. Sure enough, there she was. She has a distinguishable wax seal hair clip and her (h/c) hair, that confirmed it. It was her. My phone rang and I answered it.

"So the rules are simple. Answer the questions correctly and you win! They'll be four rounds with 3 questions each in various categories. I'll be playing as well so this gives you a chance for some information detective. However if you lie, cheat, raise your voice, or do anything to signal what happening to another passenger there will be consequences. If the train stops before the game is over then you loose and everyone on this train goes sky high. Don't worry though, if I sabotage or take too long answering a question then I loose the game. With me loosing I'll calmly cooperate with you and you may arrest me at the final stop," she explained. "What are my consequences," I asked trying to stay calm. "I'm glad you asked! So for every rule you break a passenger dies due to a remote control tiny explosive inbeded in the free metal bracelets for national train day. Elderly get yellow, adults get grey, teens get blue, and kids get red. Fun right," she said pleasantly and I gulped. "Don't worry we'll start with the older ones and work our way down," she continued. "Stop this," I yelled. "Na-Uh. No no no. I'll give you this freebie, but this is the only one you'll get. At least try to play by the rules," she sighed almost patronizing. "Fine," I said calmly. I could see the top of her head from where I was sitting. She said she can see me clearly. Meaning I can't call for help with out another corpse on my hands. She's also occupying my phone. Damn she's smart. "Perfect so let's begin, how about I start. The first category is family," she replied. "Agreed," I said trying not to sound nervous.

"Question one, where did you grow up," she asked. "I was born in Wokingham, Berkshire, England. I currently live in London," I replied. "Interesting. Seems that information was correct, your turn," she said politely. "Ok. Was it your family that made you start killing," I said hoping that question wasn't too broad. "Well I guess you could say that. I found out about my grandfather's hobbies and crimes. The games he played with Sherlock. I was fascinated. He found out that I knew and he processed to let me into his world. It was so much fun that I found myself begging for more," she explained. I tried to make sure I remember. I glanced at the trees whipping past. "My turn Danny boy. Where is your mother's address," she asked and I stopped. "It's (address)," I said quickly. "That's a lie," she said sadly before a scream was heard near the back of the train. "I don't like liars," she sighed. "Stop this people are not toys," I snapped. "Your only bothered because you're the one braking them," she said disappointed. "Let's finish the game," I said defeated. "Alright. Well it's your turn," she responded. "Does anyone else besides your grandfather knew you killed," I asked. There was a pause. "There was one other person and that was my father. He walked in on a target getting her throat slit. I made my decision," she said and my heart sped up... she didn't.... did she... "Did you kill him," I asked. "Nah Uh Dan It's not your turn," she chuckled before she continued, "ok final round for this category. My question is, Where does Adrien work," she asked and I gulped. "He works at (adresss)," I sighed. "Wow you told the truth. Your turn," she said nicely. "Did you kill your father," I asked and I heard her chuckle. "You wasted a question. I though that was obvious from what I said before. Let me explain then so it's not a waste. I was trying to get my grandfather's attention. He was always too caught up with Sherlock to care about me and after a while it began to irritate me. Call it what you will, but I decided to play him at his own game. Though when I was setting up my crime, my father walked in. I killed him and strung him like a marionette," she said quietly and I shuttered. This girl is insane.

"Next category is friends. I'll start. How much does Phil M. Lester mean to you," she asked and I tightened my fist. "You leave him alone," I snapped. "I guess that means you care about him a lot," she said and I replied, "yeah he's my best friend." "Figured. Well your move. Oh and you better hurry, there's only 30 minuets left," she chuckled. "Ok fine. Do you have any friends," I said quickly. "Yes I have one," she replied. This is a clue! I need to find out who she is. "What is the address of Phil's parents house," she asked and I stopped for a second before saying, "(address)." "Wow you told the truth," she said surprised. "What's the first and last name of your friend," I said. "Cleaver. It's Charlotte Elizabeth Diana," she said happily. "Wait your lying! She's a member of the royal family," I snapped. "Danny I told you I don't lie. This wouldn't be a fun game if I lied." She sighed. "How!" I snapped. "Dan it's my turn. What does Phil hate the most about himself," she asked. I'm tired of playing games, but I don't have a choice. "His lack of masculinity," I said quickly. "Perfect," she replied. "My turn, how did you and Charlotte become best friends," I asked. "My grandfather took me to a ball hosted by the family. He snuck us in. His plan was to form some ties with the royal family to exploit later. I decided to do the same thing, I set my eyes on Charlotte. She was the easiest target for me and we hit it off. We are still secret friends till this day," she said happily. "I see," I replied.

"Next category, how about we do relationships," she said and felt as if I could picture her smirking as she said that. "How about I start," I said, "Uh ok," she replied. "Describe each relationship with your family in one word," I said getting smarter with my questions. "That's interesting. My mother: stupid, My father: Distant, and My brother: sad. My turn; how long was your last relationship with a women," she asked. "About 3 years. Who was your last boyfriend," I replied. I had to keep this going. I'm running out of time. "I never had one, truth be told. I really missed out. Are you currently in a relationship," she asked. "No, she broke up with me. Why haven't you had a relationship," I asked. "I've never had anyone spark my interest. Boys can be boring when almost all of them are predictable. Like playing a level one video game over and over again," she sighed. "Your turn," I said quickly. "Out of all your relationships, how many ended due to betrayal," she asked slowly. "Two out 4," I said and I heard her chuckle. "So a 50/50 shot. No wonder your cautious about dating," she replied. "What's the next category," I snapped.

"Wow impatient aren't we. The last category is going to be fun. The topic is: likes and dislikes," she said happily. "Ok I'm going first, why do you like murder," I said and I heard her sigh. "I don't like murder. I'm indifferent to it. It's all for the fun of the game. Even a friendly game of chess has pawns being sacrificed. Why do you like Phil," she replied. "He's my best friend, and he's a funny, sweet kind of guy. Why do you not like your mother," I asked. "Hm I like how you play little detective. My mother would blame herself for everything. If I ever was bad or did anything naughty she would cry and blame herself for how she raised us. Guilt was her favorite weapon. It was irritating to say the least. Why do you hate yourself," she asked and I stopped. "Because I blame myself a lot and I imagine the world would remain the same with out me. I got so use to this feeling that I call it normal. Why do you like being sadistic," I asked. "Maybe it's because it makes the game fun, but maybe it's just how my brain is wired. Now my final question, why do you like me," she said slowly and I felt stunned. I know I'm running out of time, but I don't know what to say. I guess what ever comes to mind. As long as I'm honest. I just can't let anyone else die! "When I first saw you I thought that you were absolutely beautiful. You took my breath away and I didn't understand why no one was looking at you. You stand out from the crowd, and I did think you were incredibly attractive, but now that I've seen the real you I'm distraught. Like a truffle, Perfect on the outside, but the filling is tar. I don't like you," I said and she went silent for a minute. "Dan I told you I hate liars..."

"NO I DIDN-"

I heard another scream. I got angry as I gripped the phone tighter. "Congratulations we reached our final stop, you won," she said before the line went dead. I quickly ran to her seat. She didn't move looks like she's being true to her word. Wait... what's happening. It wasn't her. It was a girl with her mouth tapped shut, wearing a wig that looked like her hair, with the hair clip she had on the night she appeared in my flat. Long lavender coat, black legging, brown boots, and pink gloves. All complete with a bullet hole through her forehead. I fell to my knees as I read the note on the tape.

Please out smart me

"GOD DAMN IT," I screamed.