A Killer Moved into My Head and Forced Me to Get into the City Police Bureau

There is a madman living in my head. Ever since I was eight, he has taught me how to wipe away every trace of blood. He has also taught me how to smash bones and flush them through a drain strainer. I don't dare make friends, let alone fall in love. I'm truly afraid that one day I won't be able to control myself and will listen to him and kill someone. To keep this madman in check, I worked myself to the bone to get into the municipal police bureau as a forensic technician. I want to use these skills to catch criminals, not hurt people. On my first field assignment with the team, I sighed when I saw what was practically a perfect locked-room suicide scene. I stepped inside in shoe covers and went straight to