Chương 93: The Ninth Case (7)

I inch forward, squinting through the deluge. The rain hammers down relentlessly, turning the world into a blurred, grey haze. My clothes are soaked through, clinging to my skin, but I barely notice the discomfort. My focus is entirely on the shadowy figure ahead.

As I draw closer, the scene before me slowly comes into focus. There's a form on the ground – a woman, I realize with a jolt. She's lying motionless on the wet pavement, a dark pool spreading around her that I know instinctively isn't just rainwater.

Standing over her is a man. He's eerily still, seemingly oblivious to the rain pelting down on him. His gaze is fixed on the woman, unmoving, unblinking. The intensity of his stare sends a chill down my spine that has nothing to do with the cold rain.

This is him. Our rain-day killer.