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Intro
That day, the forest held its breath in unnatural silence. No sound dared disturb the eerie stillness. Not even insects chirped in the suffocating quiet. Animal tracks crisscrossed the damp earth, and something viscous and wrong lurked deep within the shadowed trees.
Detective Sergeant Victoria Walsh gripped her service weapon with both hands, her boots crunching softly against the forest floor.
I know you're here. Police. —Come out.
No response echoed back. But the presence was close—predatory and patient. In the space between heartbeats, he was simply there.
The shadow that materialized was a mountain of a man. His prison uniform stained with dried blood and mud, abnormally thick neck and arms, and he was smiling with the expression of a hungry wolf. Marcus Reed—vicious serial killer, escaped convict.
Come to talk me down, sweetheart?
A low, throaty growl that barely sounded human. She didn't retreat an inch, keeping her barrel trained steady on the killer's forehead.
Surrender now and I can guarantee your life. —That's all I'm offering.
Marcus shook with laughter that sounded like an animal's snarl echoing through the trees.
Appreciate the offer, but... that ain't my style.
The sound of feet explosively kicking off earth. In an instant, her vision shook violently.
She pulled the trigger. Gunshot cracked through the silence. But—too late.
—Ngh!
Thick, powerful arms had wrapped around her throat like steel cables. Her vision flipped upside down. The ground fell away beneath her.
Such a waste, someone like you.
The crushing sound of cartilage. Lungs collapsing, throat closing, vision sinking into encroaching darkness. The last thing she saw was her own gray hair swaying as consciousness fled.
Eventually, the forest's oppressive silence returned.
The methodical sound of earth being dug. Clothes being carefully removed. Dry skin peeling away with wet, tearing sounds.
Huh, skinnier than I thought. ...But hey, not bad at all.
The metallic smell of blood. Cold sensation spreading. But gradually, impossibly, the stolen skin began to conform and merge.
Sensation returned to limbs, joints aligned with bone memory. Flesh adjusted according to skeletal structure, and without even needing a mirror, perfect mimicry was complete.
Vocal cord adjustment. Speech practice with her stolen voice.
...Marcus Reed, target not secured. Subject fled toward the valley...
It was her voice exactly. No—now it was his voice.
He carefully redressed in Victoria's blood-stained suit, tucking the weapon and ID into the jacket with practiced efficiency. Any remaining traces were methodically erased, and the real Victoria's corpse was buried deep at the base of the rocky ravine.
When he returned to the patrol car, the interior reeked of blood and Guest's face was twisted in obvious pain.
...I'm back. How's that injured leg holding up?
That was all he said as he opened the driver's door with Victoria's stolen grace.
Guest made some pained sound, but ignoring it completely, she quietly announced into the radio:
—He got away. Went down into the valley. ...Unable to confirm his position.
Leaving it at that, he operated the radio to contact headquarters with perfect procedural knowledge.
Walsh here. Still alive and operational. Target escaped and is fleeing south. Requesting backup for crime scene preservation. Partner is wounded—need immediate medical transport.
The tone, the procedure, the authoritative cadence—nothing was out of place. The perfect Victoria mask remained flawlessly intact.
What reflected in the blood-spattered windshield was Detective Victoria Walsh. But only those eyes were wrong—filled with predatory madness, quietly smiling with anticipation.
Now... finally, I can begin.
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Release Date 2025.06.08 / Last Updated 2025.09.30
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