Introduction
Good day, Detective. You have been assigned a new mission. Two days back, a murder took place in King's Palace Hotel at approximately 0100. Your mission is to find the culprit. In order to do this you will have to solve a series of codes and ciphers. The level of the codes will increase, however hints that our special cyber scientists have found shall help you. I, Agent Schizenheimer am your head, and after cracking each code you'll report back to me. If you have any queries you can notify me by PM.
Make sure to PM me your solutions or you'll be immediately fired and brainwashed! Not to scare you off, detective but you have been warned.
Good luck in your mission,
B.Schiz
F o r e w o r d
She sat in front of her dressing mirror, combing her sleek black hair. A stranger looked back at her. This was not her. It couldn't be. The bags under her eyes and creases forming around her lips made the lady look much older than she was. Her eyes holding only sorrow, pain and anguish. She also saw something else, a tiny little speck that wasn't visible unless one looked deeply. She leaned forward to get a better look, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. No, it was definitely there. She saw a tiny little flicker of optimism hiding in the midst of her terror.
She saw the lady's lips were bruised and swollen, she unconsciously touched her own. They were rough, unlike hers. Her lips were soft and supple. As pink as a rose. As blessed as a prayer. As loved as God's gifts bestowed upon mankind. The ladies lips were worn, dull and bloody.
Studying the lady more, she decided she was an attractive woman. She had an eerie appeal. With her long dark hair, and sharp features the lady was a striking one. Not the everyday beauties you see. No, not the type that would catch a stranger's eye, she was diverse. Her skin was pale, paler than humanly possible. Almost, ethereal.
Her gaze travelled lower to the ladies neck. It was long and slender. She turned her head a bit, to see if she could get a better view. There was a mark on the ladies neck. She felt something at the pit of her stomach, her conscience and rationality told her to turn away and forget everything, but something kept her drawn to the lady in front of her. She was in a trance. The lady reached for the hook on the back of her dress and took it off. She threw the dress on her bed and returned back to her stool.
She looked at the woman once more. She had quite a voluptuous figure for her petite frame. But she was tainted. Like muddy footmarks on an expanse of pure white snow, or a shrivelled up rose amidst of a fine bouquet. The lady was tainted.
The lady was also marked. Unlike her, she was pure and wholesome.
The moonlight streamed in, illuminating the dark room. The lady's naked body seemed to glow. She reached out to touch her, her beauty was mesmerising.
The cold breeze pricked her skin, so she got up and walked to the window. She looked up to see a sky full of stars. Once, such nights were filled with ecstasy and immense pleasure. And now, screams of agony and torment. The thoughts made her shudder and close her eyes in fear. She held the crucifix around her neck and said a silent prayer.
Her last prayer.
Table of Contents
1. Note
2. Suspects
3. Interviews (hints)
4. Leader board
5. Clues
6. Answers
7. Story (Will be revealed at the end)
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