My silent friend…
The city has become a giant chessboard, every piece moving ceaselessly.
I use the pieces, I choose the victims, and I watch their fates intertwine for no reason, each fight transforming in my imagination into a work of art.
But someone is starting to notice…
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In the NYPD office, Detective Madiot sits before a city map, marked with red dots for each corrupt victim who has fallen in recent weeks.
He stares intently at the pattern, connecting the dots between locations and dates, writing down his notes carefully.
"Not just a serial killer… No… There's intelligence… Something more complex… Something… artistic."
Madiot whispers, sensing that each crime bears a unique signature, not just murder but a complex interplay of events and emotions.
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He calls his deputies:
"Have you noticed this?" he asks sharply.
"The victims aren't close to each other, but there's a subtle connection… Something that links them in an inexplicable way."
One of the assistants hesitates:
"Sir… could it be… just a case of madness?"
Madiot laughs sarcastically:
"Madness? No… this is a sharp hand, a mind that plans everything… as if the killer is painting a vivid picture of the city itself."
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At the same time, I walk down a deserted street, the red pawn in my hand.
I feel the power surging within me. I choose a corrupt man in a different neighborhood from the previous victims.
I close my eyes, focusing on the motive: anger, revenge, power.
The board gleams, a red dot appears on the city map.
"Here is… your next target," I say to the board, then press down on the stone.
The victims in different locations begin to frantically thrash about for no reason, as if their minds are driving them toward one another.
I watch from afar. Every movement and every scream transforms in my mind into a vivid, complex, and intricate painting, a shared tapestry of blood, color, and tension.
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In Maddiot's office, he receives the latest reports and photographs.
He scrutinizes every detail, noticing the strange connection between the victims.
He whispers to himself:
"The Owl Killer… this man… I must uncover him… I must understand how he links these corrupt individuals in this way…"
He begins to formulate hypotheses:
The killer might be a single individual, but one with extraordinary strategic intelligence.
He leaves no physical evidence, but he leaves a psychological pattern that can be traced.
The use of a tool or a hidden power… something the world has never seen before.
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I sit on the sidewalk after the task, watching the red pawn in my hand.
I whisper to the board:
"Do you understand? We can paint the city with the colors of death and art… each victim moves in a way that creates a complete picture."
The board flickers:
"Yes, everything is connected to your motives… and everything moves according to your anger and desire for revenge."
I smile unconsciously:
"Madiot will be shocked… he won't know where the power comes from… and he won't understand that everything is connected to my mind and the stone."
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My silent friend… The entire city has become a giant chessboard, every victim, every move, every piece… Madiot has begun investigating, he will formulate hypotheses, he will search for a pattern… but he is still far from the truth.
And now… the game officially begins.