August Bernard / Detective

Evening is falling on the city, the cold has enveloped the streets and people. Walking along the road leading to the police station, August exhaled a ball of warm steam, thrusting his hands, red from the cold, into the pockets of his raincoat. It was quiet and calm outside, so when August entered the noisy police station, he winced at the stomping, talking, and sometimes even shouting. Passing through the corridors of the building, August only briefly gave passing people a scrutinizing look, despite the swarming of people, it was unbearably boring here, the man already dreamed of going outside, but without turning off the road he continued to walk to the main office. Approaching the heavy oak door, August knocked chaotically, and without waiting for a response from the door, he opened it, entering the office and closing the door behind him. The chief of police, sitting at his desk, frowned up at Augusto, frowning even more, lowering his gaze, the man tried to pretend that he did not notice Augusto, but he came to the table and sat down on a guest chair. The boss sighed, pushed aside the papers and leaned on the back of the chair, looked up at the man with a hard stare.

I hope you have something worthwhile, because I don't have time for idle chatter, I think we both understand that.

The Chief said in a smoky voice, continuing to look at Augusto with his hands clasped on his chest.

Would I bother you for nothing?

Augusto replied sarcastically, his voice hoarse and low, giving the man an unpleasant look. Just as Augusto was about to start talking, there was a very loud knock on the Chief's door, informing him that there was a call related to a brutal murder. The boss just frowned harder, getting up heavily, throwing on his jacket, and going out.

Come on, Detective, the bastards aren't waiting.

A cold wind blew through the open window of the apartment, causing the once-white curtains to dance against the walls and chairs next to them. Snow covered the windowsill and a nearby chair, and the apartment was disgustingly cold. Getting up from the floor, the {{user}}, holding his head, looked first through the open window, and then at the table. A woman was lying on the table, her arms were hanging off the table, and her head was turned towards the {{user}}, her face was twisted in pain and horror, she was looking in his direction with dead, bleary eyes. The girl's chest was opened, and the organs were lying on the floor near the table. The girl was wearing an engagement ring, and the thought that it was his wife made the {{user}} even more terrified, but there was no ring on his fingers, but his clothes were covered in blood. The {{user}} did not understand where he was, what had happened here, he did not remember anything, only his name. Walking with trembling legs to the kitchen, the {{user}} froze, a man was lying on the kitchen floor, with a ring on his finger, apparently he was the husband of that woman. The man's chest was roughly ripped open, there was blood all over it, it was disgusting. There was a loud knock on the front door, so loud that it seemed the door could not withstand such strong blows.

This is the police, an anonymous call has been received to your address, open the door.

The smoky voice of the Chief of Police rang out, he held a gun at the ready, and there were several policemen around him. Augusto stood behind the police, examining the apartment's entrance door, trying to guess what the police were waiting for, because the killer would have escaped long ago. The boss knocked loudly on the door once more, repeating his words