Daisy was a little surprised that Dr Min had agreed to listen to her, and cleared her throat while she gathered her thoughts.

Even more surprisingly, the inmate sat patiently while she was quiet.

"We believe we have a copycat on our hands," She decided to get straight to the point, "The victims all seem to match your type and each victim had some part of their body missing,"

"What is my type, Agent Song?" Yoongi asked.

"Ah, well, we believe it to be young victims but all past adolescence,"

"Well I suppose that is partly correct. May I see some images of the victims?"

He was so polite that Daisy almost felt at ease. Almost. He still had a dark intelligence in his eyes.

She opened her folder and lifted a photo out, flipping it so he could see.

He leaned towards the glass, "Could you bring it closer?"

"I was told not to," Daisy replied.

"I see. Well then," He leaned back in his chair, "What are the details of this prey?"

Trying to hold back a shudder at the use of the word prey, Daisy read the information for this victim.

"Female, twenty seven years of age. Lower left leg and heart removed, taken by the killer,"

"Medical history?"

"Um," She scanned the page, "Had some sort of heart condition. A murmur,"

Yoongi chuckled, "Well you can tel your bosses that this is just another run-of-the-mill serial lunatic who idolises something he doesn't understand,"

She frowned, "What do you mean?"

"My dear, my 'victims', as you call them, were all healthy and for a good reason. Besides, I'd never take the limb of a woman. It just wouldn't work,"

"I don't understand-"

The doctor stood up quickly, "It's my turn to ask the questions, Agent Song. You ask some, I ask some, it's only fair,"

Daisy hesitated a little, "I'll answer what I can, if you promise to continue to help us and give us more information,"

He smiled a little, looking more handsome and innocent than before, despite the scars along his face, "You have my word. What's your first name?"

"Daisy," She saw no problem with him knowing her name.

"That's an interesting name. You were born where?"

"Daisy is a nickname,"

"That doesn't answer my question, Agent," Yoongi said in an almost false stern tone, "Where are you from?"

She hesitated, "Originally Malaysia,"

"Malaysia," He hummed, "How lovely. Wonderful beaches,"

He moved so he was standing in front of the glass, "Parents? siblings?"

She shook her head, "Adopted parents died three years ago,"

"I see. I'm sorry for your loss,"

Daisy was surprised at how genuine he sounded, "Thank you,"

He nodded and his eyes flickered to the file on her lap, "The murderer is not a surgeon, the cuts are precise but not neat. Perhaps a butcher or medical student. Someone who feels rage or some sort of excitement writhing under the surface, but has very good control for the most part. Also, this will most likely be a male who takes care of his body,"

Daisy's eyes widened just a little, "What makes you say that?"

"Why did you decide to join the FBI, Daisy?"

"Ah- I wanted to help people. Why do you think that the murderer is full of rage?"

"The cut above the heart, although messy, was precise. The heart was ripped from the body, however. You can see by the way the spray of blood is across the room. Same with the leg; the cut was precise but the bone was pulled apart by his hands. Only a male who works out would be capable of that. Of course a female may be able to as well, but it's more likely male,"

Daisy lifted the photo and looked closer at it. The blood was indeed splattered in a large arc and there was significant bruising to the thigh.

"Why is he taking the body parts?" She asked quietly, "For trophies? Is that what you did?"

When she lifted her face, Dr Min was smiling widely at her. Although his face was handsome, it sent a shiver down her spine.

"My dear, if I told you what I used the parts for,  they wouldn't let you visit me again even if you needed more information and I have rather enjoyed your company," He took a step back, "I think that should be all for today, Agent Song, but I look forward to seeing you again fairly quickly,"

He moved back and sat calmly on his bed, "Don't aggravate your asthma, my dear. Make sure you rest,"