his eyes scanning every photo, every clue, and every victim's face as if sheer willpower could unravel the Ribbon

ile shut. "We're

ed, rubbing his temples. "He's playing u

. "We found the attic

He wanted us to find that place. He's e

nge. He picked it up, the screen glowing with an unkn

ola," Ayo said,

ve," the Ribbon Reaper's voice is drawled, smoo

our games won't last fo

e it interesting. I've left you another gift. Third floor of t

ne wen

repeated, grabbing h

g giant silhouetted by flickering streetlights. Ayo

e muttered, glancing a

t cutting through the dar

d before them, littered with debris. The silence was o

d, nodding toward a st

ing ominously. Reaching the third f

ed. "God, wh

rce: a man slumped in a chair in the center of the

er her breath. "

hecked every corner while Ayo examined the man. He was middle-aged, his f

olding it to reveal a single

r head. "No sign of him. B

s close. Let's secure th

, identified as Tunde Ajayi, had been dead for less than two hours. Cause of deat

nker. Fired six months ago for embezzlement

e's sending us a messa

asked. "'He deserved it. Do y

n me, but I don't know why. We need to dig deeper

per's voice playing in his mind. "Do you deserve it?" His

voice drawled. "Did you en

said, his voice steady.

You're exactly where I want y

Ayo snapped. "Wh

one cold. "For those who deserve it.

ocating silence. The trap was tightening, a

s team. The conference room buzzed with activity as

on the screen. "The murder sites form a rough circl

nter?" Ayo asked,

id. "It's the old General Ho

s notorious for its eerie reputation,

we're not waiting for his next move. Bimpe, get a t

en windows and peeling walls whispering of forgotten horrors. Ayo and hi

"He's been ahead of us ever

littered with debris. The team moved in pairs,

e's voice came through. "

he west wing. The corridors seemed to stretch e

ing ahead. A faint light flic

eapons drawn. The light led them to a small room, its walls covered in newspaper

His eyes fell on a recorder placed on the chair. He pre

getting warmer. But are yo

ed off, leaving th

egroup," Tunde sai

t a killer, he was orchestrating something far more s