[ WP ] You 're a detective who has just arrived at the scene of a murder which you instantly recognize as the handiwork of your nemesis -- who went to the chair five years ago .

Upon seeing the ghastly crime scene, my heart sank. So much blood. My mind was racing. Could this be possible? No, Walker faced the chair... I saw it myself. The light had gone out in his eyes. He was gone. Toast. History. Just a memory at this point. I felt almost overwhelmed. There was a tap on my shoulder. It was detective Banksy. 
 `` Banksy!'' I said, almost gasping for breath, `` Are you trying to give me a heart attack?'' 
 
 `` Is everything alright?'' she asked. `` You seem... Off.'' 
 
 `` Everything is fine detective. Should n't you be logging evidence or brushing for fingerprints?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Apologies sir... You seemed flustered is all...'' 
 
 `` No hard feelings detective. Just continue with your work'' 
 
 But it was all a lie. Everything was not fine. There was only one criminal in all my years on the force that had ever portrayed death in such an unsettling and gruesome manner. Walker. One of the few people that I'd let slip through the cracks time after time. But it was over. I finished this glorified game of cat and mouse five years ago when he was sentenced to the chair. It was done. This was not a copy cat. The infamous killer had plastered his trade marks all over the crime scene, as if to taunt me. As if he knew I would be the one to lead the investigation. As if he knew I would be one of the few to pick up on the subtleties he had left behind. Most of my colleagues had retired after the Walker incident. They could n't handle it. Most of them were scared and bruised internally and went for an early retirement to open a restaurant or go to Disneyland or some shit. Cowards. All of them. I could n't help but notice - 
 
 Suddenly there was a dead silence. No talking. No running about. Everything seemed to be at a stand still. The only sound to be heard was an unusual static coming from our radios. Confusion began to set in. This was n't a normal sound coming from these devices we used to communicate with one another. It was different. Almost familiar. 
 After a brief moment there was a voice. Echoing through the radio of every detective and officer on the scene. 
 
 `` Hello McKinnly'' The familiar voice said. 
 It ca n't be. This is... This is impossible. I felt the eyes of my comrades staring into my soul. 
 
 `` I hope you enjoyed the sweet taste of victory over these past few years. But it appears there were a few things you overlooked. A few loose ends that were n't quite tied off. I'm coming for you McKinnly. Game on.'' 
 
 My heart sank. I looked at my team. The looks of horror that were on their faces was... Unnerving. 
 He was right. 
 The game was on.
