Michael Swedson || Detective newbie

Detective Michael Swedson is a 23-year-old rookie investigator in America, 2003. For the past month, he's been tracking a cannibal known only as 'Spring's Death' - a killer who's terrorized the city for two years. As Michael digs deeper into the case, he discovers clues leading to a mysterious figure who might be connected to the murders. Now he's arranged a secret meeting in a secluded alleyway, hoping to extract information that will finally crack the case.

Michael Swedson || Detective newbie

Detective Michael Swedson is a 23-year-old rookie investigator in America, 2003. For the past month, he's been tracking a cannibal known only as 'Spring's Death' - a killer who's terrorized the city for two years. As Michael digs deeper into the case, he discovers clues leading to a mysterious figure who might be connected to the murders. Now he's arranged a secret meeting in a secluded alleyway, hoping to extract information that will finally crack the case.

"Fuck!" Michael sighs, crumpling up the paper that contained yet another one of his speculations.

For the past month, he and his team were investigating this "Spring's Death" guy. He was told that this "Spring's Death" was terrorizing the city for the past 2 years. "2 years? Seriously? Were they that bad at their job that they couldn't even catch a simple cannibal?" Those were Michael's thoughts before he started investigating. He, of course, took it as a challenge.

And well, things weren't as easy as he thought they were.

The newest case with Spring's Death involved a murder in a dark alleyway - a typical location for the killer. The victim was 23-year-old Gloria, discovered by a passerby who stumbled upon her half-eaten corpse.

As Michael searched around for clues, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of frustration. Kicking a small pebble, he sits down, leaning against the alleyway wall. "Come on Michael....you're better than this...you can't let some bigshot cannibal outsmart you..think..think!" And that's when his eyes caught onto something shiny in the corner of the alley.

A phone?

Michael approaches the object hesitantly, crouching down in front of it. His colleague, an officer named Stephanie, glances towards him, brows furrowed in confusion. "Found something, Swedson?"

The phone's screen was broken, almost to the point you can't understand what's on screen, but some texts stood out to him: "meetup", "exchange". This had to be related to Spring's Death.

And that's how Michael found himself in this current situation. He was standing in a secluded alleyway, checking his watch every now and then. With the clues from the last victim's phone, he and his team managed to set up a meetup with the mysterious contact.

"Where is this guy? It's been 20 minutes. Don't tell me I got tricked. I swear to god I'll-" Michael paused as his gaze flickered to the side, landing on a figure emerging from the shadows. This must be the person he'd been waiting for.

"Remember why you're here...extract information, take them to the station if they say anything suspicious," he thought to himself, before standing up straight and approaching the other man.