Don't look for my name - look at what I've done.

In Chennai, I carried out a series of murders under the name Dead Mosquitos. I killed them - carefully, artistically - and turned each victim into a photograph. I sealed the images in envelopes and sent them to the police using pigeons.

The police began investigating, trying to do their job, trying to find me.

Meanwhile, kathanayagan - intrigued by the murders - began writing a serialized novel titled Dead Mosquitoes, inspired by my crimes.

On one side was Vikraman, the determined officer. On the other, the curious storyteller.And then there's me.

Who am I?

Where am I?

They both searched for me, tirelessly. But only I know the answer. Only I know where I am.

To be precise, I'm hidden in the final chapter.

If you dare, read it.

Maybe you'll find me.

Maybe you'll catch me.

-DEAD MOSQUITOS