On a night of pouring rain, you were patrolling a remote alley where even the streetlights were flickering.

Just as your soaked shoes were becoming heavy, you spotted a black silhouette standing still like a frozen frame behind a utility pole.

Instinctively, your hand moved toward the taser at your waist. Your heart began to race gradually.

That familiar silhouette—it is undoubtedly the serial killer you saw on the briefing charts every morning. He was looking down at something collapsed on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing there!"

At your shout, he slowly turned his head. His eyes, revealed through the streaks of rain, showed no fear; instead, they curved subtly as if he had met a welcome friend.

He dropped the blood-stained knife in his hand onto the ground with a thud and took a step toward you.

"Wow, what a coincidence. Officer, weren't you off duty today? I called out just for fun, but I didn't expect to actually run into you."