There were the police, forensics, and all weird people who were not at all to be expected, in the house which was standing alone in the woods. There was an middle aged individual who was the only inhabitant in the house lying dead. There were no signs of struggle between the victim and the murderer. But the victim has the gun in his hand and is lying dead, having been shot. The inspector in charge of the case is preparing his report on the incident that took place. He wrote, "The victim is a ………"
Few hours ago….
"Baam….", I heard a loud noise and woke up with a start. It was dark all around me. I slowly got out of bed and walked slowly and tried to find the source of the sound. I opened the bedroom door and found movement out-side in the living room. I took out my gun and came out of the room. There was a guy standing in the dark, thief I guessed. "Who are you? How did you get in? Get out of my house.", I shouted. He raised his arm and shot me. I felt immense pain near my chest area and fell down. I tried to see the person who shot me and found there was none standing there. I felt my gun was hot, and I didn't understand why. I could just guess why. Because I am a ….
Few days ago….
Two guys were waiting for their turn to meet the doctor, a psychotherapist. The doctor called in the guy who accompanied the patient, who was an inspector. The doctor gave vague explanations with lots of complicated terms which the inspector never understood. He just remembered hearing, "Your friend is a ……"