In this story, Robert is a serial killer. He does not choose his victims randomly. He believes fate decides everything. After every crime, he takes one belonging of the victim and keeps it. Later, he wears or uses that item when he chooses his next target. Robert decides who will die by rolling a die. If the dice shows one, he targets a young student. If it shows two, he targets an elderly person. If it shows three, he targets a teenage boy. If it shows four, he targets a random person getting off a bus. If it shows five, he targets a couple. If it shows six, he believes it is a warning and harms himself instead. To Robert, this is not chance. He believes the dice never lies.

His Pattern Robert also follows a strange rule while dealing with his victims. This rule is based on alphabetical order. The first letter of the victim’s name decides what he does next. Each letter has its own meaning to him. This pattern makes it harder for the police to understand his mind. Only Robert knows the full logic behind it.

zoya left......

he took out a pair of dice and throw them

Zimmi was walking alone on an empty road. The streetlights flickered. The road was too quiet.

phone ring

The phone rang. Behind him, footsteps stopped. A shadow stood under the light.

he smashed zimmi head with a bat

took him in an abandoned house

"He smiled" Zimmi turned slowly, his breath shaking.

Tears filled his eyes

Zimmi froze, shivering. Suddenly, the phone rang again. Zimmi ran. The footsteps chased him. Pain exploded in his head— darkness swallowed him.

When Zimmi woke up, he was in an abandoned house. The air smelled old and rotten.

he moves closer

His voice broke. His hands clutched the floor like it could save him. Robert stopped right in front of him. For a moment, there was silence. Then Robert sighed.

Zimmi looked up. That was his mistake. A sharp pain exploded through him. His scream echoed through the empty house, bouncing off the broken walls.

The room felt colder. Darker. Zimmi’s cries slowly faded into weak gasps. Robert stepped back. The house went silent. Only the streetlight outside flickered once… and then stayed still. Robert wiped his hands calmly. Robert: unlucky roll. He turned and walked away, leaving the darkness behind.

Rain fell harder than before. The road was empty. Like nothing had ever happened.

he throws the body on the empty road he found zimmi

Footsteps walked away. The rain kept washing.

Started raining even heavier

He leaves

on the side of zoya.....

She took a knife

and stab maya 30 times

she was crying in pain

She dragged her The ground felt loose under Maya’s feet.

she has dugged a hole

she throws her in

she poured Sand on the her

Maya screamed. No one answered.

The sound slowly stopped.