1. the killer likes red
2. he is very good

police detective howzard cranius stared at the two points he had noted down. being the foremost detective in his department and being delegated the responsibility of handing in the killer, he was at his wit's end. the scarlet assassin, as the press called him had killed till now ten and had spawned a plethora of admirers. the press loved his style of forecasting and satanic cults had hailed him as the next anti-christ. pretenders were also awash everywhere and in the midst of such confusion/fear/terror mr cranius was straining his cranium.

being the best in any field is always strenuous and howzard felt the same. he had been given the offer of a cushy promotion with no field work if he solved the case or demotion and obscurity if he failed. choices is what makes one's life howzard, he had been lucky till now and logic dictated him to take the plunge and so he did.

but he was clueless...

little did he know that at that moment another cranium was also straining itself to solve the case and was also facing the same helplessness.