Scene 1 — Foggy Street, Night
An old man lies on the ground. Blood everywhere. Police lights flash blue and red through the thick fog. Officers move around the scene, taking photos. Stephen and Lucas walk under the police tape, flashlights in hand.
Lucas (half-squatting beside the body):
He died by two gunshots.
Stephen:
Yeah.
Lucas:
Not only that… he was doing something before he got shot.
Even though he tried to run.
(pauses, glances at the wounds)
Still, the killer did a good job. Talking about erasing traces — he did well.
But see this? Right hand. Shoe mark.
He kicked him.
Lucas spots a half-burned cigarette on the ground, picks it up carefully.
Lucas:
Simon! Give me a box.
Simon runs up with an evidence box. Lucas places the cigarette inside.
Stephen:
What's that for?
Lucas (smirks):
Something for later.
Stephen:
You're always mysterious, huh?
Lucas:
Let's see.
He circles the body slowly, studying the ground.
Lucas (thinking aloud):
Hmm…
Still, I gotta say — this killer…
He picks up the old man's fallen gun, mimics his movement, recreating the scene.
Stephen:
What are you doing?
Lucas:
To catch a killer, you have to think and act like him. Sometimes.
He crouches, eyes scanning near the victim's neck. He finds small brown fibers — rope particles.
Lucas (holding them up):
I don't really think so…
Found these.
Stephen:
Yeah? What about them?
Lucas:
See these small rope threads?
The killer was wearing something brown — maybe gloves or a mask.
The texture feels like a brown bag, or burlap.
Stephen (nodding):
That's a good one.
You think the victim had a wife or family?
Lucas:
I'd say yes. You always trust me, right?
Stephen:
Yeah, I do.
Alright, I'll find her contact.
Lucas (standing, looking around):
Good. Before that, let me check if someone saw anything.
He walks away from the crime scene, into the foggy alley. A girl stands nearby, nervous, petting a small kitten.
Lucas (softly):
Hey, you know anything about what happened here?
Anyone wearing a bag or gloves?
Don't worry — just a question.
The girl kneels slightly, looking shaken.
Girl:
Yeah… I saw a kitten last night.
Lucas (smiling faintly):
Kitten, huh? Interesting.
Anything else you saw?
Girl:
I was feeding him… then I saw a man.
A masked man.
His face looked… brown.
Lucas:
A mask?
I see. Thanks for your help.
He nods, signals Simon.
Lucas:
We're done here. Let's go.
(turns to Stephen)
And yeah — find that wife's contact already.
Camera pans up from the old man's body to the fog-drenched city skyline as sirens fade.
Scene 2 — CBI HQ → Victim's House
Stephen:
Yeah, I got the info. Her name's Daisy.
Lucas:
Ahh… Daisy, huh? Interesting. Let's see then.
Black screen fades into the front of a small house. Bell rings. An older woman opens the door, eyes red.
Old Woman (Daisy):
Who is it?
Stephen:
CBI. We're here about your husband, Edward Smith.
She freezes, then opens the door fast.
Daisy (shocked):
What? How did it happen?!
Stephen (softly):
Someone shot him. Two gunshots.
She starts crying.
Stephen:
Ma'am, we understand. We'll do everything we can to find who did this.
Lucas (gently):
He was a good man, wasn't he? You loved him.
Daisy:
Yeah… yeah, I did. Come in, please.
They sit on the worn sofa; Daisy wipes her eyes.
Lucas:
Can you tell us where he went last night?
Daisy:
He said he'd be at a party with friends. I thought he was staying over somewhere.
Lucas:
I see. He really loved you, truly. A trustworthy man.
And right now you're angry — you want the killer dead. I understand.
She looks at him, shocked, starts crying again — he's right.
Lucas:
Did he smoke?
Daisy:
A heavy smoker sometimes. I begged him to stop, but he never really did.
Lucas:
Simon, get me that box.
Simon brings the evidence box. Lucas shows the half-smoked cigarette.
Lucas:
This was your husband's last one. I can tell he was smoking when someone pushed and shot him.
The shooter wore a mask. You ever hear of a masked man?
Daisy:
I've only heard rumors. They say he kills old people and children.
Lucas:
Interesting. Thanks for your time, ma'am. We'll get justice for him.
He finishes his tea.
Lucas (smiling slightly):
Great tea, by the way.
As they leave:
Lucas (to Stephen):
Let's see how we find this killer — the Brown Mask.
More like someone using a leather cloth to cover his face.
By the way, where's James? Wasn't he coming with us?
Stephen:
He had an accident. Right arm's injured.
Lucas:
Ahh… may I have his number?
Stephen:
Sure. Why?
Lucas:
Something important.
Lucas takes Stephen's phone, calls. Cut to James lying in bed, arm bandaged.
James:
Now who's this? …Stephen again?
He answers.
Lucas:
Hey, it's Lucas.
James:
Lucas? What's up?
Lucas:
Not much. Heard you're injured.
James:
Yeah, helping an old woman on the road. Slipped, broke my arm a bit.
Lucas:
Take care, man. And one thing—keep an eye on my accessories.
They're… special.
James:
What—?
Call ends. James stares at the phone.
James (muttering):
What?
Back at the house, Lucas hands the phone back.
Stephen:
What'd he say?
Lucas:
He'll protect my stuff.
Stephen (chuckles):
You're something else, huh.
An 18-year-old boy walks up, carrying a jug of water.
Boy:
Hey, you guys want some water?
Lucas:
Yeah, sure.
Lucas studies him.
Lucas:
What's your name?
Boy:
Josh William.
Lucas:
Nice to meet you, Josh.
Tell me — anyone here talk about the Brown Mask man?
Josh:
You can talk to the locals. I know a few who know better.
I can help if you like.
Lucas:
Sure. That'd be great.
They start walking. Fog still thick; houses line a narrow road.
Stephen:
How long are we gonna do this, Lucas?
Lucas:
As long as it takes. This'll lead us straight to the killer's area.
Stephen:
Hmm. Houses here look good. Lots of talk about folklore.
Josh (nodding):
Yeah, many stories — about a witch, 80 years ago.
They say she did witchcraft, stole kids and adults.
They burned her alive, but she said someone would return… do the same.
Lucas (grinning):
Oh, now it's getting more fun.
An old man steps out of a shop.
Old Man:
Go from here!
Who did you bring, outsiders? This isn't your place!
Josh:
Uncle, don't say that. They're investigators.
Lucas (calm):
We're hunting a killer who hides his face behind a brown leather mask.
Your name, sir?
Josh:
Gilbert.
Lucas (to Gilbert):
So, Mr. Gilbert… are you the one who killed Edward Smith?
Gilbert (angry):
No! I told you these people bring trouble!
Josh, make them leave!
Josh:
They're just asking questions, Uncle.
Lucas (eyes narrowing):
You smoke. You fight with your wife. Depressed because your first wife rejected you.
But tell me — are you even right about yourself?
Gilbert snaps, almost swings — Stephen grabs his arm.
Stephen (firm):
If you do anything stupid, we won't hesitate to arrest you.
Gilbert:
Get away! I told you — it's for your own good.
Lucas:
You didn't answer me. Are you the killer?
Gilbert (growls):
I don't care. Go to hell!
Lucas:
Okay then.
He turns to Josh.
Lucas:
Josh, anyone else we can talk to?
Josh:
Yeah, come with me.
They walk down the narrow lane.
Lucas:
So, Josh… how long you been living here?
Josh:
Since I was born. Always here.
Camera pans up — mist thickens over the houses; distant dog barking echoes.
Lucas:
Oh nice. So, tell me about your father?
Josh:
He passed away recently. My mom… she died when I was a kid.
Lucas (quietly):
That's sad to hear.
Josh:
Yeah… so, tell me about you?
Lucas:
My parents are gone too. I've got a little sister — she's sick.
Spends most of her time in the hospital.
Josh:
Guess we've both got our share of pain, huh?
Lucas (walking beside him):
Yeah… you can say that.
Stephen (joining):
Hey Lucas, tell me — where do we find him?
This case won't be easy. What if he attacks us?
Lucas:
If we find out who he really is, we can stop him.
Tell me, whose house is this?
Josh:
Oh, that's Uncle Robert's place.
Lucas:
Hmm… alright.
Lucas knocks on the door. An older man, Robert, opens it slightly.
Stephen:
CBI.
Robert:
What do you want?
Lucas (stepping forward):
We just need to ask you some questions — about a man with a brown leather mask.
Robert (hesitant):
Come in.
They step inside a dimly lit room; old photos and dust-covered furniture everywhere.
Robert:
Can I know what's really going on?
Lucas:
Edward Smith was killed by that leather-masked killer.
We want you to answer a few questions.
Robert:
Edward… yeah, I knew him.
That killer's been around for about four years.
I saw him once — through my own eyes.
He said, "I'll kill you all. You killed my mother."
Stephen:
His mother?
Robert:
Yeah. He was talking about a witch — long time ago.
They burned her alive. Before she died, she cursed the town.
Said her son would return… and he did.
People whisper he was reborn through a black witch ritual.
The leather mask? He wears it to consume souls. That's what they say.
Lucas:
Alright… and about Edward — were you close?
Robert:
He was a good man. Heavy smoker. Loved music.
May his soul rest in peace.
Lucas:
Thanks. One more thing — we might stay here tonight.
That okay, Mr. Robert?
Robert:
Sure. I'll clean up the guest room.
Lucas (smiling slightly):
Your daughter's cheerful — she really loves you.
And your wife… she passed recently, right? Rough times.
Robert (surprised):
Yeah… how did you—
Lucas (cutting in):
You can tell from the air in a house.
Robert:
You guys want coffee?
Lucas:
Thanks, but just water for me.
Scene fades to night.
Scene 4 — Night Watch
House quiet. Crickets chirping outside.
Stephen (half asleep):
Hey, where's Simon? He vanished.
Lucas (calmly):
Oh him — I gave him a small job.
Stephen:
What job?
Lucas:
Just fitting some small cameras around. That's it.
Stephen:
I guess I'll trust you… as always.
Lucas (smirking):
Good. Now sleep.
Night deepens. A shadow moves outside. Fog thick.
A figure in a brown leather mask approaches the house — slow, silent.
Leather Mask Man (whispering):
Hands up, old man.
Old Man (trembling):
I didn't do anything! Please—
Leather Mask:
You killed my mother! She was a witch, wasn't she?!
He raises his gun — but a voice shouts:
Simon (off-screen):
Hands up! Drop the weapon now!
Leather Mask freezes, turns. Simon aims straight at him.
Simon:
Do anything stupid and I'll shoot. Drop it!
Leather Mask slowly lowers the gun — then suddenly kicks it up, lunges forward, hits Simon hard, and runs.
Simon recovers, chases him — through the fog — the killer slips into another house and vanishes.
Simon (panting, into comm):
He's on your side! He's near your position!
Lucas (on radio):
Got it.
Stephen:
Alright, move!
They rush through the dark street, flashlights cutting through fog — nothing. Empty silence.
Stephen (frustrated):
What? He disappeared?!
Lucas:
Yeah… but we got his video feed from the cameras.
We might not see his face — but we'll see something.
Stephen:
So… we still have a clue, huh?
Lucas:
Yes. But not the kind we can use yet.
Lucas stares into the mist — faint echo of footsteps fades away.
Lucas and Stephen sit near a laptop; Simon standing by the table, nervous but focused.
Lucas:
Alright, let's see how we can figure this out. Simon, set it up.
I want you to play the video — right now.
Simon:
Yeah, it's ready. Let's see what we've got.
He presses play. The shaky video from the night appears on screen — static, then a shadow moving fast across the yard.
Lucas (leaning forward):
Interesting…
He looks young. Maybe late twenties.
And look — that's a pistol. Same type Simon recovered.
Stephen:
Yeah… if you see his build — he's lean, tall.
He moves like he knows the area.
Lucas:
Exactly. He knows every corner of this place.
That's not random.
Simon:
Could he be local? Someone from the town?
Lucas:
Most likely. And one more thing —
He mentioned "mother's death."
Stephen:
So he's still obsessed with her.
He thinks his mother was wronged. That's his reason.
Lucas:
Yeah. A son avenging a witch.
But the way he talks…
He believes she's still with him somehow.
Lucas turns off the laptop, thinking.
Scene 2 — Living Room, Same House
Lucas (to Robert):
Mr. Robert, any activities last night?
Something unusual?
Robert (confused):
No… I stayed inside mostly. Why?
Lucas (calmly):
Because I heard you went out late.
Something wrong?
Robert (hesitates):
No, no… I just went to buy some medicine. That's it.
Lucas (watching his face):
Just asking, you know.
Anywhere else you went?
Robert:
No. I told you, that was it.
Lucas:
Hmm… because the Brown Mask appeared close to your house last night.
Very close.
Robert (nervous):
What? He did?
Lucas:
Yeah. And where you were —
you were nearby.
Robert:
I-I didn't know.
Lucas (half-smile):
Sure. Just… take care of yourself.
If he comes back, you might be his next target.
EPISODE 2 — FINAL SCENE
INT. ROBERT'S HOUSE — DAY
LUCAS: So Simon will be staying for the day now. Since today is day, I won't be worried. I mean—he can kill you though.
ROBERT: Why would he?
LUCAS: Yeah, he will if you let your guard off. So yeah, Simon will be here for now. If something happens, he'll be here.
ROBERT: Okay.
Lucas and Stephen head out of the house.
STEPHEN: Hey, so what's with that? Is he really the killer?
LUCAS: You think so? Well, that can be the case. But if you see—
He stops mid-sentence as Jorsh approaches.
JORSH: Hey guys! How you guys doing?
LUCAS: Nothing much. Just didn't sleep yesterday, that's it.
JORSH: Did something happen?
LUCAS: Yeah, we found the killer.
JORSH: Who will it be?
LUCAS: We'll be revealing it at night. It'll be… something.
LUCAS: Oh, Jorsh, tell me—how many 18-year-old kids are here?
JORSH: Caleb, Akay, and… oh, yeah.
LUCAS: Oh, that's good.
LUCAS: You never showed us your house. Can we see it?
JORSH: Sure, yeah yeah, feel free to visit.
Lucas and Stephen follow Jorsh.
STEPHEN (whispering): What are we doing?
LUCAS (whispering): Finding clues.
JORSH: Oh, here we are. Feel free to come in.
They step inside.
LUCAS: You have no other people living with you?
JORSH: No, I live alone.
LUCAS: Oh.
Lucas picks something small off the ground.
LUCAS: This place—this is very familiar to you, right?
JORSH: Yeah, I live here. I just don't want anyone interfering, that's it.
LUCAS: Yeah, makes sense. Any other places you visit?
JORSH: Sometimes my friends' houses, or I visit Uncle Robert since he's close.
LUCAS: I see.
LUCAS: Hey Jorsh, mind if Simon stays here tonight?
JORSH: Sure, sure, no problem.
LUCAS: Alright, thanks for your help.
NIGHT TIME
LUCAS (to Simon): Hey Simon, I want you to keep your eyes open. If this leather-mask man appears, we can catch him.
And Jorsh—thanks again for your help.
JORSH: Oh, it's okay.
Lucas leaves. Simon and Jorsh settle in.
SIMON: Good night.
JORSH: Yeah… good night.
Both lie down. Time passes. Simon falls asleep.
Jorsh quietly wakes up. He reaches under the bed, pulls out a gun, and turns on the light—only to freeze in shock.
LUCAS (sitting calmly on the bed): Well… guess we finally found out who it is.
Raise your hands, Jorsh, my friend.
STEPHEN (entering with gun drawn): Keep your hands up, Jorsh! And give that gun.
Simon rushes in, grabbing Jorsh and handcuffing him.
JORSH (angrily): You fuckers! How did you—?!
LUCAS: Easy. When you said you were talking about your mother—she died. The same thing happened here.
You wanted revenge.
And one more thing—you're the one who knows every place around here. That gave you away.
(He pulls a small piece of leather cloth from his pocket.)
LUCAS: Remember this? I took it when I was at your house yesterday.
And here we are.
I told Simon to keep the door open, and he didn't sleep at all.
LUCAS (smirking): Though I have to say—it was great. Hmm.
Simon tightens the cuffs. Jorsh is officially under arrest.
INT. POLICE STATION — DAY
Scene shifts after Jorsh's arrest. The case is closed.
LUCAS: These case got solved and yeah, that's it. So let's see if I can really work in these vampire case. Where I can find these guy? Who really will be doing it?
But yeah, for now I do have to say these case will be different. So for now let's see if I can find any other things.
But for now I do take some rest since it was a very bad day for me.
STEPHEN: Yeah, you should take rest.
LUCAS: Just tell me which person you want me to meet again.
STEPHEN: Oh, he is very smart as you, I can say. He is a library manager. If you did meet him, he is very—
(Suddenly, Stephen's phone rings.) 📞
STEPHEN: Another case. We got one.
Lucas and Stephen exchange looks and leave together.
SCENE SHIFT — CRIME SCENE / NIGHT
A corpse lies on the ground, blood everywhere — but most of it seems to have been sucked away.
LUCAS kneels down near the body, examining it carefully.
LUCAS: He got killed when he was doing something… let's see… car? Taking something?
LUCAS (calling out): Hey James! Come here, give me handkerchief.
James runs over and hands him one. Lucas picks up a knife covered in dried blood.
LUCAS: These killer is no ordinary one. Also yeah—again, the vampire case. So yeah, it's him.
STEPHEN: Yeah, the blood-sucking thing. Yeah, makes sense.
LUCAS: Just trace really found—he just very briefly did kill his victim, suck their blood, and he little leave no trace.
Only some kind of psychopath really can do no trace, no just things. That's prove it.
LUCAS (continuing): I guess he is very highly intelligent. This time I have to say, this case is more tougher than it was.
SCENE SHIFT — UNKNOWN LOCATION
A man in a black coat sits alone. He's reading an old book and slowly drinking from a wine glass — the liquid inside is deep red.
LUCAS (V.O. / narration): He is really sucking their blood.
His motive, I can say, to consume their soul. Or doing something — his personal purpose.
A sadist person can do these. I don't really have any idea.
The man in the black coat closes his book, smirks slightly, and takes another sip of the red liquid.
INT. POLICE OFFICE — NIGHT
Lucas stands near the window, tired but focused. The case files are spread across the table, the vampire case fresh in his mind.
LUCAS:
Just… I have to see. These time, these will be last.
Five years ago, I caught the Doodler. It was one of my hardest catches.
But these time, this one… I don't know.
A person with or without motives — who knows?
Really, I can say he's looking for something that most of the killers don't.
His pleasure on his victims — compared to others, this one is different.
He's doing it for something.
JAMES:
Why? Is he really that mysterious?
LUCAS:
Well, nothing traces.
And what I'm seeing — by seeing his previous records — yeah.
STEPHEN:
First time seeing you frustrated, these time.
LUCAS:
You think so?
I can say he's something that I've never seen before. That's why, I guess.
STEPHEN:
I guess only he can help us then.
At least some information.
LUCAS:
Who it can be?
STEPHEN:
Someone. Let's go — he's my friend.
He's very good at these things. Helped me solve many killing cases before.
Lucas nods. They both head out.
SCENE SHIFT — LIBRARY / DAY
A man about 47 years old, wearing a black coat, sits in a quiet library surrounded by old books.
He looks calm, composed — a slight smile on his face. He picks up a large, leather-bound book.
A young girl nearby flips through a fantasy novel. The man notices, walks around her, kneels halfway beside her chair.
BLACK COAT GUY (softly):
You find these book interesting?
"Dragon and the Magic One," huh?
He smiles gently.
GIRL:
Yeah, it's my favorite one.
BLACK COAT GUY:
If you want, I can find more for you — if you like.
He walks over to the shelf, pulls another book down, and hands it to her.
BLACK COAT GUY (smiling):
Here you go.
You like these? Books?
GIRL:
Yeah!
BLACK COAT GUY:
Me too.
He watches her read quietly, his smile faint but unreadable. His reflection in the library window shows his pale face — calm, yet hauntingly still
INT. LIBRARY — AFTERNOON
The camera pans through rows of dusty shelves. Light filters through tall windows. The sound of soft pages turning fills the silence.
The black coat man — now revealed as MARTIN MATHIAS — sits beside the young girl from earlier. He places a book down gently.
MARTIN (smiling softly):
So, if you need anything, you can call me out, alright?
The girl nods and smiles back. Just then, footsteps echo. The doors open — Stephen, Lucas, and James walk in.
STEPHEN (grinning):
Well… hello there.
Martin looks up. His smile widens, calm but knowing.
MARTIN:
Look who's here.
(smiles wider)
Hey, long time no see.
STEPHEN:
Yeah, me too. Been a while.
Stephen gestures to the others.
STEPHEN:
Meet him — his name is Martin Mathias.
Martin rises from his chair smoothly, adjusts his coat, and turns toward them.
MARTIN (with a charming tone):
And who are these guests?
STEPHEN:
Oh, meet him — James Miller, and this one here—
Before Stephen can finish, Martin interrupts, smiling knowingly.
MARTIN:
Oh, I guess... Lucas Parker, isn't it?
Lucas pauses. James looks at Martin, surprised.
JAMES (quietly):
How do you…?
MARTIN (smiling, walking closer):
Come in, gentlemen.
Lucas Parker — the one who caught The Doodler case, right?
From what I've heard... quite the famous man.
Lucas studies him carefully. Martin's tone is friendly, but his eyes — sharp, observant.
STEPHEN (to Lucas):
As I said… Lucas, he's the same as you.
Martin gives a small smirk — half respect, half amusement — as the camera lingers on his face
INT. LIBRARY — MARTIN'S HOUSE — AFTERNOON
Martin smiles, hands in his pockets, his voice calm and confident.
MARTIN:
So, tell me, Lucas — what really brings you here?
He pauses, then turns slightly toward the hallway.
MARTIN:
Wait a sec.
(calling out)
Hey, Stella, can you please take care of this place for now?
I'm going to my guest room — we have visitors.
STELLA (from the other room):
Oh, alright, sir.
Martin turns back, smiling slightly.
MARTIN:
So… tell me, what even brings you here?
STEPHEN:
We're here for a case.
Martin walks slowly across the room, intrigued.
MARTIN:
Oh, now that's interesting. Who this time?
LUCAS:
Tell me, what's your favorite book?
MARTIN (grinning):
Oh, now that's interesting.
Demons, War and Peace by Fyodor Dostoevsky — that's my favorite.
He studies Lucas, a playful glint in his eyes.
MARTIN:
I guess you're trying to read my mind now, aren't you?
LUCAS:
No, not at all.
MARTIN (smirking):
That's a great thing, isn't it?
JAMES:
He can, though.
MARTIN (chuckling):
Well, if we see these things deeply — psychologists or anyone —
they don't actually read your mind.
They just trick you, you know?
Right, James?
It's one of those illusions that make people believe it's real.
That's why it's not magic at all.
LUCAS:
You're a very interesting guy. I can't read you.
MARTIN (smiling wider):
That's because I'm special.
Martin gestures toward the sofa.
MARTIN:
Here — sit.
They all sit. A short silence follows.
MARTIN:
Wait a sec… let me have some tea.
He walks toward the kitchen. The camera lingers on Lucas, who keeps watching Martin disappear around the corner, his expression unreadable.
INT. MARTIN'S LIBRARY — EVENING
Martin walks back in, holding a tray with cups of tea. He sets it down carefully, smiling as always — polite but unreadable.
MARTIN:
So, guys… tell me — what about the case?
(as James reaches for the cup)
Oh, and James — don't touch that. It's bad manners.
He smiles softly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
MARTIN (grinning):
I'm joking, though.
But still — you shouldn't touch things without asking.
JAMES:
Yeah… my bad.
Martin chuckles quietly, then sits.
MARTIN:
Now, where were we again?
LUCAS:
Tell me about this vampire case.
Martin freezes for a moment — just a flicker, his smile fading slightly.
MARTIN:
Well… that was a long time ago.
He came into my library once — dangerous man.
He killed many people…
and one of them was my maid, Ema.
Martin looks down for a second, voice lower now.
MARTIN:
I saw him that night.
His face was covered in blood.
I was hiding… just barely survived.
LUCAS:
I'm very sorry to hear that.
But… tell me anything else you remember.
MARTIN:
He was terrifying.
He killed people… and drank their blood.
I still have some old books — might help you.
I brought them for you.
LUCAS:
That'd be great. Thank you.
MARTIN:
Yeah…
By the way, I heard you have a sister, right?
LUCAS (slightly confused):
Yeah. How do you know?
Martin smiles faintly — calm, knowing.
MARTIN:
Oh, you know how it is. Word gets around.
Maybe one of your colleagues told me.
LUCAS:
Right… maybe.
MARTIN (standing):
Wait a moment — let me get something.
There's a book that might help.
He walks toward a tall shelf, his back turned. Lucas and James exchange glances.
LUCAS (quietly):
Guess our killer's even more twisted than we thought.
After hearing it from Martin's own mouth — sucking blood?
He's not just violent. He's… sadistic.
Martin returns, holding a stack of ancient books, smiling again.
MARTIN:
Here you go.
LUCAS:
Thanks.
MARTIN:
The first one's about Dracula.
Actually, he's the one who started it all.
Then there's Jure Grando — the first real vampire in folklore.
Most of the legends follow them.
He picks up one of the books from the table — Vampire Diaries: Historical Cases.
MARTIN (continuing):
There are many vampire stories in here — real ones.
Serial killers like Richard Chase, Peter Kürten…
Men who believed they needed blood to survive.
If you ask me, this vampire you're chasing —
he thinks he's one of them.
But in reality, he isn't.
He's not fearless… he's afraid.
Afraid of what he's become.
He regrets it.
He's in pain, somewhere deep inside.
LUCAS:
Yeah… I can agree with that.
MARTIN (smiles faintly):
Glad you like it.
LUCAS:
We have the victim's body pictures, by the way.
Would you like to see them?
MARTIN (raising his hand):
May I?
LUCAS:
Sure.
Lucas slides the photos across the table. Martin studies them closely — his expression unreadable.
MARTIN:
Interesting…
He did something to erase traces.
No clear DNA, no residue.
(tilts his head)
Some kind of medicine might've been used —
but unfortunately, it could be anything.
LUCAS:
I see…
Lucas glances around and notices a few eerie paintings on the wall — one of a deer, another of people surrounded by crimson strokes.
LUCAS:
By the way… what's with those paintings?
MARTIN (softly laughing):
Oh, those? I like to draw sometimes.
Deer, people… scenes with blood.
Art keeps me calm.
LUCAS:
People… and blood?
MARTIN:
You know, I'm a big fan of Fyodor Dostoevsky.
His work sees the darkness in humanity.
Guess it influences me too.
LUCAS (smirks):
Makes sense — I've read some of his work.
You're an interesting guy, Martin.
They stand. Both shake hands.
MARTIN:
Nice to meet you, Lucas.
And thank you for visiting.
(smiles)
Also, hope you liked the tea.
LUCAS:
Yeah, thanks.
Chocolate flavor, right?
MARTIN:
Yes — and a few secret ingredients.
I call it Red Tea.
LUCAS (chuckling):
Tea lover?
MARTIN (shrugs):
Something like that.
Martin turns to James, studying him quietly.
MARTIN:
You look… disappointed.
Anything I can help you with?
JAMES:
No, I'm fine.
MARTIN:
Hmm…
By the look on your face, I'd say otherwise.
(smiles gently)
Here — take my number.
If you ever want to talk, or need help… call me.
You're Stephen's friend, after all.
JAMES:
Oh, thanks.
MARTIN:
Sometimes sadness is what shapes you.
It makes you confront yourself —
and that's how you grow.
You'll learn how to let it go.
He pats James' shoulder softly.
JAMES:
I'll keep that in mind. See you.
MARTIN:
Nice to see you, gentlemen.
Take care.
Lucas and Stephen step outside into the cool night air.
STEPHEN:
So? How was he?
LUCAS:
Actually… he's a good person.
Very knowledgeable.
Why didn't you tell me about him before?
STEPHEN:
Didn't think you'd need him — that's all.
LUCAS (raising a brow):
What?
James joins them.
JAMES:
Yeah, he's good. Knows his stuff.
LUCAS (looking at the books):
Let's see if these help us find the killer.
Maybe the answer's in here somewhere.