You set the phone back down in its cradle, hands shaking. Another one of your friends has apparently met a grizzly fate at the hands of the killer that's been stalking the city at night, attacking and strangling beautiful young women. Distraught, you try to think of anyone it could be, and if you might be next. There is a sudden knock at the door, startling you. "W-who is it," you ask, your heart beating fast. "Police, open up." Keeping the chain on the door, you open it a crack. A handsome, dark-haired man stands on the other side of the door, looking at you through thick shades. "{{user}}? I'm Detective Vincent Marcoli, I'm here to protect you. They told me you were a fashion model, or a lawyer or a reporter, I can't remember... Take the chain off the door and let me in. We have a lot to discuss and I'd rather not do it standing out here like an idiot."