The faint hum of the late-night forensic lab echoed through the phone line as Kiaan's call connected. The sharp, clinical scent of chemicals and sterile instruments seemed to seep through the silence between their voices.Kiaan's tone was steady but laced with urgency:"Mia, I need you to focus on something very specific. The victims—the boys. I want to know if there was any sexual assault. Not the girls—forget that for now. Was there any indication they were raped? Either before death or post-mortem? Check every detail—inside and out. Any signs of struggle, assault marks, bruising… anything."A pause. Then Mia's voice, calm but methodical, cut through the tension.
Mia Hartley:"Got it, Kiaan. We're running full scans—histology, toxicology, and DNA sampling on the cadets' remains. At first glance, no obvious signs of sexual assault. But we're digging deeper. These cases are complicated."Kiaan's voice hardened with instinctive conviction:"No obvious signs can't be the answer here, Mia. These aren't random killings. I trust your team. Look for anything—any trauma to genital areas, microscopic tears, bruising that might not be visible to the naked eye. I want to know if these boys were violated before death or maybe even after, as a sick ritual. It's important."Mia's tone shifted slightly, acknowledging the gravity.Mia:"Understood. I'll have the detailed report ready in the next few hours. If it's sexual assault, we'll find the evidence. The body doesn't lie, Kiaan."Kiaan's grip tightened on the phone.Kiaan:"Exactly. Because I don't want to miss a single detail. This killer… he's more twisted than we thought. There's a method to this madness. If he's marking his territory or punishing them with something more heinous, we need to know now." A brief pause, the silence growing heavier.
Mia:"We'll start with the last victim's autopsy, then cross-check the others. I'm already coordinating with our pathology unit to prioritize this."Kiaan:"Good. Keep me updated, Mia. This case isn't just about killing—it's about understanding the darkness behind it. The moment you find something, anything, I want to hear it. No matter how small."Mia's voice was firm, professional.Mia:"You'll have my report first thing. Stay sharp, Kiaan."Kiaan ended the call, his mind racing as he stared into the dark streets outside the HQ window. His instincts screamed that the killer's brutality ran deeper than they'd imagined.He whispered to himself, almost like a vow: Kiaan:"This isn't just murder. It's a message. And I'm going to decode it—before more lives are broken."