The dimly lit alley was shrouded in a heavy fog. A figure emerged from the shadows, stalking its prey. The victim scrambled for their keys, hand trembling. The figure lunged, a muffled scream cut short. A harsh shove pinned the victim against the wall. The figure brought a gloved hand to the victim's throat. The last thing they saw was the blade flash, glinting cold in the dark. Their final thought: "Why?" As the hand clamp down over their mouth, they knew they'd never get the answer. They'd taken their last breath. The figure stood over the lifeless form, making sure the job was done. Then, slipping into the night, the killer vanished, leaving the dead to be discovered by chance. The fog swallowed the scene, maintaining its eerie silence. Morning light would paint a grim canvas, with the body the gruesome detail. The police would come to relive the narrative. But what of the killer? They were now another face in the crowd, the criminal impersonating innocuity. The game of deception begins once more. Now, to dispose of the knife, clean up the crime scene. Disguise the identity, bury the incriminating clues. Let the investigation pillars tumbling brick by brick. Let the detectives follow a path littered with dead ends. Let the witnesses remember only a vague, shadowy figure. True, the mission was accomplished on time, but now starts the truly challenging part. Move the thrill comes not from the kill but the game of perfecting the crime’s disguise. Have the police run circles, desperate for truth. Watch them panting like dogs chasing their tails. For the sake of the game, for the lingering thrill, Continue the elaborate charade. Own thefact that they’ll never outsmart you. Take aseat. Let your thoughts wander. Your fellow passengers staring out the windows, oblivious to your sly smiles. Rest assured: nobody knows your true nature. For now. But when the shuffle is done, you might have the chance to play the next game.