Recognizing the Killer

I’m a criminal profiler with the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Three dismemberment cases have recently shaken the city.

The crime scenes are eerily clean, and the surveillance footage shows only the victims themselves.

I’ve repeatedly tried to reconstruct the killer’s mindset, but I always get stuck at a crucial point, as if something has been forcibly erased.

Then a fourth case occurs, and I find my own DNA beneath the victim’s fingernails.

“Found you.” In the darkness, someone who looks exactly like me smiles.

“Now it’s your turn to guess which one of us is the killer.”