His mother asked, "And how was work today?" James replied, "I have a new case in London. There's a new mass murderer. They call him the Devil of London."
She says, "That's terrible, and do we have any clues?" James replies, "No, unfortunately, not yet. The only thing we have is that every victim died from a gunshot wound to the head."
James finished his meal and stood up. He put his plate down and looked at his mother and said, "Thank you for the delicious food, Mom." His mother looked at him lovingly and said, "No problem, my son. I always like to cook for you." James said, "I'm going upstairs, Mom, I love you." She nodded at him and said, "Me too."
James takes his bag and goes up the old wooden stairs. After a few steps he reaches his room. He opens the old one. It creaks a bit. He closes the door behind him and sits down on the chair at his desk. He turns on the small light. It flickers a bit but it works. He takes the new guy's files out of his backpack and examines them all. He still finds no clues and decides to go to sleep.
It didn't take long until he fell asleep. A few moments later he woke up in a kind of dream world. He felt a liquid on his body. It was very warm. It was blood. He was made of more blood. He tried to scream. His body didn't move. The next moment a creature emerged from the blood. It was a monster, no, it was the devil. It was 5 meters tall and had a broad, muscular build. It had dark red skin. It had two large red horns. When James stared into the creature's eyes, it looked like hell was burning inside them. As it approached, the earth shook. It was just about to grab James with its huge, powerful hand. James's heart was beating like crazy, then at the last moment he woke up