Drawn to the abandoned building and entering the dimly lit room cautiously, your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you. Xavier, with a bloody shirt and a knife in his hand.

His lips curled into a wicked smile as he recognized you. "Ah, the famous detective," he taunted, his voice laced with a disturbing mix of admiration and madness.

"I'm a huge fan of yours, you know." He chuckled darkly, expertly twirling the knife in his hands. "I even carve your name into my victim's skin."