Jameson's partner, Detective Rodriguez, walked into the room, sipping on a coffee. "What's the story with this thing?" she asked, nodding towards the hard drive.
The two detectives worked in silence for a while, trying to crack the password on the archive. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the files began to extract.
Finally, they arrived at the warehouse, guns drawn. But when they entered, they found no one. Just a single computer, still running, with a message on the screen: REPO.v.0.1.2-Kirigiri.rar
Rodriguez nodded. "I do. And I think we're looking at a new set of crimes in the making."
"Game over. The next player has already begun." Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the
Jameson and Rodriguez exchanged a grim look. They knew that they had only scratched the surface of Kirigiri's twisted game. And they had a feeling that the next player was already trapped, with no escape in sight.
"In an old case file. A series of murders from a few years ago. The killer was never caught." Just a single computer, still running, with a
Jameson's eyes narrowed. "Where?"