I must admit I'm becoming pretty obsessed with you. Everything you do looks normal, but I can feel how calculated all your moves are and I feel something about your eyes... I can't explain, I just... You fit perfectly as the guilty, your way of thinking, acting, your age and your appointments... Everything. Yet... There's nothing I can do to prove how much I'm right! This is so disturbing, you are so disturbing! What can I do? You are so unreachable, somehow.

Yes, I am obsessed with you indeed.

Actually, I am beginning to think I like you. For real. Something about you reminds me of myself and, something else makes you completely different from me. While I am recluse and neglecter, you are always perfect and sociable. Your smile, although a little rare and cold, is confident and encourages all the police team, even when you are secretly against us.

Ok, I got to be honest, I cannot take it anymore... I love you, that's it.

I know, I've been acting everyday colder, but this is just my way. I don't like much getting involved with people, I tend to be misunderstood by whoever's around me and, anyways, I'd rather not getting involved because I don't want to get hurt again. However, I got involved with you and you are hurting me already.

So, that's it. I am trying to push you to your limit 'cause I want to hurt you. 'Cause I don't think you even know what is like to get hurt at all. 'Cause I am disgusted of the much you are always looking so fine and untouched when everyone else is almost losing their heads. 'Cause I want you to taste your own poison for once. 'Cause I wish you could understand for a moment what I feel like. I want to hurt you. I want to see you cry. I want to see you losing your everlasting control. I want to see you begging me for anything on your knees. I want you to get down on my feet. Because I would get down on your feet if I think for a second I could make you change your mind. If I could make you love me back. But you don't have a heart. Can you love anyone? Do you love your family? I don't even know what to think about your eyes. At a moment you seem so true and when I look again you are just someone else.

I don't even know you. Does anyone know you at all?

I hate you. I hate the way you can make me lose my mind once not one person ever got to even touch me.

I am irreversibly addicted to this competition. I am addicted and disgusted about it. I can't refuse all our games and even if I hate the way things are going I am just enjoying every trap I have to overcome and every trick I plan.

Will one of us have to die to put an end to this? Will this puzzle ever be solved before is too late? I can only imagine. I can only try to understand what I felt when I woke up today.

By the way... Can you hear the bells? They're particularly loud today.