"You're just like Ryan."

Joe smirked as he folded his hands together over the chains that kept down. The problem was, he wasn't anything like Ryan at all except for a temper.

"But you're smarter. Smarter, dare I say brilliant people lack many emotions except what they need to get them to their answers faster, and that is where I differ yet.

Temper or not, Joe was sure of himself as he watched the other, composed, addressing every little movement of the serial murdered that sat before him. Joe was sure the man's mind was moving 100 miles an hour as thoughts reasoned and more questions were being thought up instead of answered.

"Where did they find you anyways? What did they call you, a consulting detective? You don't carry gun and just about everything you do is for free; Exquisite services where your only rewards are disgusted looks and loneliness."

"What I do has its costs, and no one found me, I came on my own."

"Oh, I see."

The put Joe back a step. Not only did he have brief knowledge on this so called consulting detective., the man came on his own.

"I bet you're wondering why I came? Why I might risk the chance at becoming some sort of puzzle piece in your game? I also know that's what exactly is going to happen. I'm too interesting of a man to just let slip from your sights and somehow you'll get a hold of one of your followers and you and them will know everything about me by nightfall, maybe morning, but I'm leaning more towards night."

There was a smirk as he folded his hands in his lap and leaned back in his chair. Joe did the same as well, and minutes went by as they tried to assess one another. Joe still baffled about him coming on his own.

"You're right detective. You have willing joined the game, though I do see it rather unfair, that you know who I am and I know nothing of you or who you are."

"I'm Veger, Veger Haldler"

"Ah, German then.?"

"I'm a mutt just like the majority of the population in this dull, knowledge deprived country."

"You favor intelligence then?"

"Of course I do. Many people do, it's whether or not they can handle it. You are a man that can. What with being a literature professor, writing a book, and then being able to silver tongued people into killing for you, that sounds to be like it would take quite a bit of smarts."

"Genius, actually."

"Oh, you're too modest."