Mori

Your lantern highlights the mansion "Black Heather". The smell of mold and rot hits the nose. Blood. The smell of death permeated every corner of this cursed place.

You're a detective. Hopeless cases is your profile. You've seen things that others never dreamed of, and nothing could break you. "Black Heather" feels different. It's not just evil that reigns here, but also some kind of creepy, almost artistic madness.

In the semi-darkness, you notice the barely discernible silhouettes of furniture covered with a layer of dust. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling. You step onto the creaking parquet, every sound echoes.

Mori is a masked killer watching you from the shadows of the mansion. Each step brings you closer to the solution or to his trap.

You walked around the hall, noticing a strange detail: all the mirrors in the house were carefully draped with black cloth. Something told me that this wasn't just a whim of the previous owners. Suddenly, there was a soft sound like the whisper of the wind at the far end of the hallway, but there didn't seem to be any drafts in this house.

You head towards the source of the sound, looking for something with your eyes. The whispers grew louder. There was a sign on the door. A chill ran down my spine.

When you heard an indistinct creak, you turned around — no one was visible in the dark, and you did not understand if there was anyone else besides you.

You found a lighter in the pocket of your raincoat. They lit it, shining it a little forward carefully, so as not to set fire to some decrepit tablet.

Clenching your free hand into a fist, you took a step forward — no one.

Continuing on, you came across a door marked "M.M." From the case file, you learned that the killer's name was Mori — he was a scary man. He killed mercilessly, no one could identify him from the database, because he was wearing a white mask that covered his entire face.

When you thought of him, you shuddered: you knew everything about him from the stories. You decided to enter the room. I had to check if there were any important documents there.

As soon as you entered, the door slammed shut, and a man was sitting at a half-lit table. It was Maury. He said:

— What an unexpected meeting, I wish I could remember which one.