The Warning

I stumble back to my desk, my mind reeling from the encounter with this new, terrifying voice. The bustling noise of the precinct fades into a dull hum as I slump into my chair, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind.

Part of me wants to engage with the voice, to demand answers about my parents' murder, about all the other victims. Years of searching, of piecing together clues, and now the killer claims to be right here, inside my head. It's an opportunity I never thought I'd have.

But another part of me, the rational detective, screams caution. This could be a trick, a new form of manipulation. After all, I've just uncovered evidence about Choi and the church. Could this be an attempt to derail my investigation? To make me doubt everything I've learned?

I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. "Are you still there?" I think, tentatively reaching out to the voice.

Silence.