Chapter 1

Sharp, cold, dirty and irrational, his hands stained with blood drained the vital liquid, spilling it on the ground.

-Tsk... None of this makes sense...

He stood up, beginning to walk around the place, the smell of blood penetrated deeply into his nose, the stains spread across the floor, the blood did not coagulate despite the hours.

That prevented him from accurately discerning how much time had passed since the act, growling slightly before removing one of his gloves, sliding his fingers through the thick liquid.

He took his fingers to his nose and sniffed deeply, there was no strange smell, his nose was flooded more and more with the metallic smell, but nothing unusual.

-It doesn't make sense at all, but I can't trust someone to protect this either... I'm between a rock and a hard place.

He slipped his hand still protected by his glove inside his coat, taking a handkerchief with which he wiped the blood from his fingers, keeping the handkerchief in an isolated space of his raincoat.

As he left the warehouse, the night breeze wet his face and made him close his eyes, this case was still strange, maybe he should give it up, or maybe postpone it to another day, the blood was fresh.

It was strange from the beginning, there wasn't even a rotten smell... As if that body was trapped at the moment of its death, unable to transcend or vanish.

-Maybe I should go back to the warehouse... It doesn't give me a good feeling, but it is something tells me that there is something there...

He took a pipe out of his trench coat, putting tobacco in the proper place before looking for his lighter, but instantly something strange happened.

White smoke billowed from his pipe compartment. When had the tobacco caught fire...?

He frowned before spitting out his pipe and wiping his lips with the sleeve of his raincoat, his lips felt burning and numb, although he wasn't an expert.

It was clear that someone had poisoned his pipe.

He couldn't make out when it happened, he looked around him, he always kept his guard up, just enough to prevent anyone from getting too close.

His hand trembled, his breath was cold and without being able to contain it he began to run quickly, the sound of a dumpster being moved echoing behind him.

He ran faster before jumping a fence, crossing a set of buildings before reaching a main road.

He knelt down and holding his side grunted, it was a very sudden effort and his body took its toll.

"Cough Cough!"

She coughed heavily, the chill in the air burning her throat and her heart pounding.

-What was that thing...?

His gaze was blank as his hands trembled, he couldn't see it, but he was able to know that someone or something followed him, he managed to lose it, but for how long?.

I didn't have time to think about it, I should find a temporary site to hide, it would be very stupid to go home with such a high danger, walking among the partially busy streets came to an area of vices.

He wasn't in the habit of visiting to that area, but he knew that with enough money he could get a place to spend the night and maybe a little more protection in case of a second and possible attack.

Upon entering that area, he began to walk slowly, mixing and getting lost among the people.

He had finally moved away from danger, he racing heart close to bursting, resting he hand lightly on he chest before hitting a bell that was perched in front of the reception desk.

Nothing.

He did not receive an answer and with confusion he jumped behind the counter, finding the person in charge of the reception inert on the floor, he cautiously approached his fingers to that person's neck.

Slow, weak but still present, its heartbeat gave a sign of life.

-Here is a wounded man!.

His cry for help was clear, leaving the person in a visible position before going up the stairs on his way to a room, whoever would arrive was clear that he would trust him.

-What am I getting myself into...

He thought aloud while holding his head, his look denoted despair.

Wandering in his memories, he remembered the first time he saw a man die and the words that accompanied that event.

"There's no site for fear newbie, if you go crazy over a little blood you'll be dead before you get an answer, or even a clue."

They were the words of he memories, in them a man he always appreciated, but he never had a chance to show him who he turned into.

-I hate to accept it... But you were always right, you old idiot...

He removed his hands from his head and taking advantage of the fact that he was in a relatively safe place, he entered one of his hands into his trench coat, taking a notebook and a worn graphite pencil.

He slid his tongue over the graphite before tearing off one of the sheets, starting with his notes, first there were two people affected, the dead subject and the unconscious receptionist.

Placing the 'code names' together he tore out another page on which he placed the word 'assailant' both affected shared similarities, no apparent injuries, bleeding that did not dry and no scent.

-The method with which he attacks is still unknown, there doesn't seem to be a weapon or damage to the bodies... I will have to go to witness or wait for another attack.

As far as witnesses were concerned, there were none, but if he waited for another attack, he wouldn't know what consequences it might have.

He felt trapped, he felt helpless.

But he wouldn't let anything else happen, he was determined to find the killer.

He inhaled deeply before continuing with his plan, finishing putting all the 'clues' in place, his investigation was just beginning.

-It will be like any other routine day.