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Warning!!! This story is just a fantasy, not to be imitated, if you want to imitate, take only the good, and never imitate evil actions/harsh words, because it is not good. Thank you for reading this novel. ROME Night slowly fell on the city of Rome in the fifth century. The streets that were usually busy were now quiet, and whispers of fear enveloped every corner of the narrow alley. In the past week, there was a murder, with two victims. The first victim, a woman, died because of a knife trap. The second victim, a man, was found stabbed right in the heart. There were no witnesses. Only a stiff body and dried blood on the stone floor. At the headquarters of the Vernosy royal army, the guards began searching but they only had two clues. "The only clues we have are two," muttered John Smith, a thirty-one-year-old man, wearing iron armor with a wolf symbol on top of the wolf's head there was a crown, short black hair, a thick mustache, 174 centimeters tall, and he was one of the senior guards. "One, the killer is tall—about five feet tall. Two, he's wearing a long black robe." "I've been all over Rome," another guard said. "There's no one that tall among the people here." "Maybe he's not Roman," John continued. "He could be from Amor. Amor is close by, and—" "No way!" another guard interrupted. "Amor is heavily guarded. No one has been able to get in and out that easily since the terrorists arrived." Their conversation was cut off by a jeering voice. "Hah, you guys… discussing cheap leads and doubting us OKPKs (crime-hunting royal organizations)," said a man in a blue suit and a bowler hat. He had a sly smile on his face, short light blond hair, and a cruel mouth. James Libert was one of the OKPKs known for his cruel words. "What did you say?!" John stood up and glared. "I told you guys… never to doubt OKPK, you piece of trash." James repeated with a mocking smile. "If it weren't for us, you James would definitely be dead at the hands of criminals!" John replied angrily. James chuckled. "And if we weren't here, you'd still be busy chasing street rats, right?" he said with a sly smile. The argument almost broke out into a fight, until another guard pulled John away. "Come on, don't get emotional. That bastard has a point." John and the other Roman city guards decided to leave, leaving James alone in the dark alley. But they didn't know, a pair of eyes were lurking from behind the shadows. "Hooh… okay, we're deployed, huh?" whispered a voice from the darkness. "Looks like the game is about to get more exciting…" The third day since the last death, and another unpleasant news came. This time the victim was an old man, 76 years old, found drowned in the city pond. The doctor stated that he died of drunkenness because the pungent smell of alcohol, bloodshot eyes, and pale skin confirmed the diagnosis. But the residents' testimonies said otherwise: the man was last seen with a tall person wearing a black robe and a plain white mask without any decoration, leaving only three holes, two for the eyes, and one for the nose. "This is quite complicated," James muttered while smoking his cigar. "What's complicated? He was drunk, he fell into the pool by himself. The doctor said so," John replied, sounding confident. "You don't know anything, John," James hissed. "Witnesses can lie or be honest. But the job of the police is not to judge honesty, but to prove the truth." James decided to investigate on his own. He met his witness, Romey Kausalia, an old man with a bald head, fat, and only wearing a tank top. After he asked Romey everything, he went straight to the crime scene and spent seven hours checking every corner, but he found nothing. He went straight to Romey's house to ask if the information was true. After James walked for 3 hours to go to Romey's house, he found the door slightly open. Silence. The smell of blood was sharp. Romey was lying on the floor, his chest pierced by an arrow. On his body, a letter was stuck to the arrow. James pulled it out slowly, then read it. ＞ Hi, Detective James. How are you? Good? Or… stressed? I just want to say: THIS IS FUN! I like this. SO FUN! Playing riddles is fun, huh…. James was silent, his hands shaking. His eyes stared at the letter sharply, his breath quickening. "Crazy bastard…" he muttered softly. "He's playing with lives. This is… a trap. Romey was used as the intermediary for his letter." In the silence that continued for a long time, James felt a little dizzy from the sharp smell of blood. "This is really crazy" James muttered softly. After a few hours, James reported the incident to the royal troops to be taken care of. "Uh….. it really smells" complained one of the royal troops.