I am the youngest criminal psychology expert in the police department and I was recently investigating a serial murder case.
Each victim had his right hand cut off and placed in a penitent posture.
My partner is always worried that I get too involved in cases, and he says my eyes have become strange lately.
Today I fainted at the crime scene and found myself holding a knife in my right hand when I woke up.
The investigation of serial murders has reached a deadlock. The murderer is like a ghost and leaves no trace.
I began to secretly investigate myself and discovered that the bedroom closet was filled with the victim's right hands.
Those right hands were carefully manicured and had the same nail polish I wore today.
Another face suddenly appeared in the mirror, and she said to me: "We have always been the best partners."
