From days onwards, it was constantly going back and forth between everything. All the CCTV footage, all about the victims, the kind of chemicals used to kill them, everything related to the crimes.

One thing was sure the killer was a chemist, he knew well about chemicals. Well enough to know what about poisoning and how much quantity to use to kill someone.

He was specific, very specific about everything he did.
Specific victims, specific poisons, specific quantity.

He wanted them to die the most cruel way, painfully yet in an instant.

He was a master in his art. He knew exactly how to let the colors flow.
His vision was different...
Way different from the rest of the world.

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Trrng Trrng

The telephone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I felt Yoongi's hand on my shoulder.

"Hey! Are you alright?"
He asked, concerned.

I smiled softly and quietly nodded assuring him I was.

I saw Jimin pick up the call and talking to someone.
"Okay, we're coming."
He said placing the phone down before turning his head to glance at Yoongi.

His eyes said everything...
His silence spoke the fear...
The fear that gripped Yoongi's heart.

Another death...
Another body.