6 Kore.

"Please, please..."

"Shut uppp" Kore whined, using her glitter pen to write on a small piece of paper. Smiling as she finished, she kept the pen in her pocket and then rolled the paper up, shoving it into a small metal canister. The comforting yellow light of the lamp cast shadows on them both as the rest of the house was plunged into darkness. It was rather windy outside, Kore noted, she did love windy nights.

"So... How have you been? How's Italy?" She asked, her eyes fixated on the window, her voice warm; a contrast to the scene.

The lady in front of her was bound to a chair, a dead policeman lay beside her, on the ground in a pool of blood.

Her chin was dripping blood as a large shallow gash ran along the curvature of her face. The chair she was on was in the center of the room. Cold sweat mixed with warm blood dripped off her flushed face and her lap had a growing pool of blood in it.

The walls were lined with pictures of her and her family that would walk in to see the lady of the house dead with her face missing.

"Please... I wasn't involved" she said in a whisper, finding it painful to even talk.

"Really? You're the one who called the police and told them where Matteo was right?" kore looked at her.

"I-" the lady stayed silent and began chanting words. It sounded like a prayer chant to Kore who smiled. Tucking her hair back into a neat ponytail, she walked over to the chair and stood behind it. The prayers got louder, the words blurring as they mixed with sobs. Erica shut her eyes tight as Kore's nimble, well-manicured fingers wiped off some sweat from her brow, almost in a warm manner.

Kore smiled," They have my Matteo with them now..." Her smile disappeared, and she looked into the distance almost dreamily," He must be suffering so much the poor thing... Without me."

"I'm sorry" Erica's sobs grew louder and fell upon deaf ears as Kore continued.

"He doesn't like jail food," Kore said," he must have become thin..." her fingers touched the bleeding cut.

"He will be with me soon," she said before gripping the skin as Erica began to sob louder.

A sweet smile appeared on the girl's face," He will be here soon" she said and pulled.

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Place: police station.

Time: 10:15 am.

"So she what lost her marbles or something?" Chiara asked, sipping from the mug.

"No actually she was just...weird" he shrugged.

"Ah yes...experts say the woman skinning other people was weird," she said sarcastically.

"Wait...skinning people?" He asked," sorry, I Haven't seen the recent case," he said.

"Yeah well...she skinned the lady's face before slitting her throat and took the face."

"She doesn't do that... I mean she has never done that before," he said thoughtfully," she usually tortures the victims and then kills them, but she's never taken a trophy"

"Trophy" Chiara shuddered," hey, I never asked you. What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Enzo. My mother and her mother were sisters" he said.

"Oh ...where is her mother now?" she asked, flipping through the first large file that was titled Rome.

"Oh, she killed everyone in cold blood... The whole family is gone"

"Oh... I... I'm sorry" she stuttered," must have been hard..."

"It was... But years of intense therapy helped" He smiled... This was somewhat unnerving but it would be rude to point that out, so she stayed silent.

"Okay... Um sorry? Uh...so tell me about her. What triggered this?" She asked leaning her chin on her wrist.

"Nothing. She has been hurting small animals since she was small... Had some sexual deviancy too...when she was seven she killed a cat, squashed its body and stabbed pencils into it an-"

"Ugh stop" she grimaced and pushed the coffee away," I lost my appetite. Um, what else did she hurt?"

"Couple of rabbits...few parakeets. One dog" he shrugged.

"And you all just kept buying her animals huh," she asked," um, did she hurt any human?"

He nodded," One toddler. That's when she went to Juvie and escaped. She's been robbing people to earn...slowly escalated to hurting them just for fun ... Once she got Matteo, she started killing with him, and they loved it...we could see it... The time they took hurting people, carving them up just to kill and display them. " He said, his voice softer as he progressed.

"He's her boyfriend?" She asked.

"Unsure... I feel he's like an understudy of hers ... "

Nodding she looked at the remaining papers and sighed," I'll study more at home. Can we meet up later on again?" She asked.

"Uh yes...where?"

"My place… Give me your number, I'll send you my address," she said finishing up her now cold coffee.

He scribbled his paper on a napkin and handed it over," I can bring dinner over? I know how odd it must be to have strangers over at your house" he said, the corner of his lips turning up in a smile.

Chuckling as she paid the bill and stood up, she said," sounds good... Come at 8, Enzo"

"See you then detective ....."

"Ah, call me Chiara." She smiled and walked out, She had her work cut out for her.