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You are Bill Blaker.

You sit anxiously in the interrogation room, your mind filling with regret. If only… If you weren't working late, Ramona would still be alive. And you're being accused of murdering her? You feel a tear run down your cheek. The pressure is too much. You need the detectives to come. You need to get out of here. You need to prove your innocence. You are about to cry out, when you see two detectives walking up to you. You sigh a breath of relief… and then scream in anger. All you want is the person who did this to Ashley behind bars.

Meanwhile…

You are now the killer.

You look into the eyes of the only one who cares for you… and you failed her. You don't deserve any of what she has done for you.

"I promised you. I promised I would do it. But I lied! Just as bad as her, just as bad as her! I am a liar, I don't deserve to be here!"

Your hand feels the cold metal knife, covered in the blood of your most recent victim. You have failed. You broke your promise. You have no other choice. You drive the blade into your own heart. But before you do so you feel an immense pain in your right hand, causing you to drop the knife. You turn around, and see The Ghost, your master's assistant wearing a smug grin. You look at your hand and see a second knife… that he threw. Then… your master stars to speak.

"Listen to me. You are nothing like her!"

"Yes. I am. I lied. I made a promise, and I broke it. I am just like her!"

You feel your body tense and you reach for your knife, but before you can do so you feel another knife against your hand.

You scream, before you feel a hand slap against your face.

"You did not break your promise. You tried the best you could."

"And I failed."

You think about picking up the knife again but you know it is no use. The Ghost will just throw another knife.

"No. You didn't my baby."

You feel the warm embrace of your master.

"It's not your fault. It's her that's the problem. She was the liar."

You nod.

"And… there are ways to redeem yourself."

Your master's eyes drift to old wooden table behind her and you do exactly the same. Without even speaking, you know exactly what you have to do. You go to the table and pick up a new knife. You look at her in the eye. You see the fear in her eyes, the terror in her face but it has no effect on you. You take a silent breath. You feel powerful. There is nothing anyone can do to stop you. And before you know it, you have struck the knife straight through her heart.

You turn to your master.

"Thank you, Genevieve."

You see a smile wash over her face.

"Time to drop this off at the police station…"

You are Natara Williams.

You turn to your partner, Mal Fallon.

"So we can just let him go now, right?"

"No, Natara."

"But we know he isn't the murderer!"

"Yes, but he has been in here the whole time. He doesn't know that we know that. Look, just because he isn't the murderer, it doesn't mean he doesn't know something."

"Yes, but protocol…"

"Think about this; our suspect doesn't want to be with his girlfriend any more. We know they had many fights…"

"Yes, but that doesn't prove anything."

"You have to look beyond that. So he knows the killer is coming, maybe he even calls him in… he thinks it's the easiest way."

"Mal, that implausible!"

"Why? How are you so sure?"

"Because…"

You start to stride towards the interrogation room.

"I guess we'll have to find out."

You open the door to the interrogation room, where you see your suspect, a broken down man. Although he has done a good job covering it up, you can tell he has been crying.

You clear your throat.

"Mr. Blaker, could you please answer some questions for us?"

"Oh, of course. But I promise you I didn't kill her!"

Another tear streams down his cheek.

"I would never do that to Ramona. I love her! Although… we had our fare share of fights, we really cared for each other. And now…"

You call Mal out of the interrogation room, to speak to him in private.

"Mal, I'm sorry to disprove your theory but that is genuine emotion. He is clearly distressed about this."

"Yes, but…"

"If you want me to get technical… bodily actions potentially reveal the emotion of the subconscious, therefore…"

"Okay, I believe you!"

You share a short chuckle, before returning to the interrogation room.

"Mr. Blaker, do you know who did this to Ramona?"

You watch as his face transforms from the sad, broken man you observed earlier to one full on anger.

"If I knew, I would tell you everything! Ramona's killer will be brought to justice, and if I knew who it was you don't think I would tell you?"

He stands up and clenches his fists.

You know you will not get anything out of him. His depression has left him beyond functioning, never mind helping your investigation.

"Mr. Blaker, I can see you have had a stressful day. Why don't you go home and get some rest."

He starts to leave, before he turns around and speaks in an angry whisper.

"I should be going to home to her! I want this killer to live the rest of his life behind bars. Promise me?"

"Mr. Blaker, I promise we will try our best."

"No! Promise me!"

You sigh. You have no other option…

"I promise."

You watch as he leaves the police department, your thoughts broken by Mal's voice.

"You know you can't promise."

You suddenly feel yourself fill with determination. You will not let this killer kill again.

"Yes, I can."

He shrugs his shoulders and walks away.

You walk to your desk, ready to look over the case files when you hear a commotion in the police department. You turn your head to find Captain Maria Yeong behind you.

"There is another body, found just outside the station. Kalaba says it was moved to the location from afar. Same method of killing; knife through the heart…"

"That's three kills in less than twelve hours!"

"Agent Williams, I am well aware of this situation."

You turn to Mal.

"How is he doing this so quickly? So many kills in such little time without being caught."

"Like he had someone to help him…"

Your eyes meet another, and in unison you speak.

"A benefactor."

You have reached the end of Chapter 3.