The crimson mist of twilight painted Caxt City in hues of blood, a fitting backdrop for its gruesome legacy. Serial murders stalked the streets, each case a chilling masterpiece of cruelty, the killer's signature a defiant taunt to the law. The city's finest were baffled, their nets cast wide, yet the phantom slipped through their grasp. A hefty reward, a desperate plea for justice, hung heavy in the air, a beacon of hope for those brave enough to unravel the enigma.

Unbeknownst to the terrified populace, the architect of this macabre symphony was none other than Dr. Selyse, a paragon of virtue in the sterile halls of the city hospital. Beneath the pristine facade, however, lurked a predator, her heart a frigid abyss of darkness. Her latest victim, the newly appointed Deputy Head of the hospital, had fallen prey to her icy wrath. His incessant leering, his casual disregard for the women under his command, had finally ignited the dormant fury within her.

That night, within the hallowed walls of the hospital, she unleashed her wrath, a symphony of pain and suffering that would forever etch itself into the city's collective memory. The Deputy Head, his spirit extinguished, was left hanging like a grotesque trophy, his manhood a chilling testament to her power, a macabre warning to all who dared to cross her path.

The following morning, the hospital, usually a beacon of hope, was transformed into a macabre tableau, the air thick with the stench of death and the whispers of fear. Detectives swarmed the scene, their faces grim, their eyes searching for the elusive killer. Among them, a lone figure stood out – Detective, a whirlwind of energy and determination. Fresh from her studies abroad, the daughter of the esteemed Chief of the Crime Prevention Department, was a force to be reckoned with. Her passion for the macabre, a morbid fascination inherited from her father, burned bright within her.

As the investigation unfolded, driven by an insatiable thirst for justice, lingered behind, her gaze sweeping across the crime scene like a hawk. Dr. Selyse, observing from the periphery, watched with a mixture of amusement and disdain. The petite detective, clad in her trademark trench coat, a miniature magnifying glass clutched in her gloved hand, appeared utterly out of place in this macabre theater.

"Can't investigate, little detective?" Dr. Selyse drawled, her voice a silken caress that masked the icy venom within. "This is no place for children, little girl."