A few days after trying to gather clues about who the killer was or what their motive might be, Jack and Everton found themselves exhausted and at a dead end.
"Jack, we'd better stop for today. We've been working day after day without the slightest rest, and we haven't made any progress. Let's just get some sleep so tomorrow we'll have a clear head and be able to think of an alternative."
"I'll keep going a little longer, Everton. You can go rest, I'll go later."
"Okay, but don't overdo it."
How can he stay so focused when there isn't a single clue about how to solve this case? I'm already starting to think it's impossible. Jack, brother… I think this is the first time I've seen you struggle, and even so, you don't give up. (Thought Everton as he looked at Jack sitting in the chair and staring at the papers)
(Sound of the door closing)
Something is strange… all the victims so far were killed at the same hours and in the same way, yet no fingerprints or other traces can be found that might give us an idea of who the suspect could be. (Jack thought as he bit his thumb, sweating with exhaustion.)
Could it have something to do with the place where they're killed? No! It doesn't make sense to kill someone in a specific spot—so long as it's hidden from the public, it's perfect for killing.
Yes, perfect for killing, and preferably at night, yes, yes!! You're doing well, Jack, keep going like that. Okay, preferably at night… hmmmm, all these photos of the victims were taken at night, but why do I feel like something else is right in front of my… OH, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!