Jolly’s whole family was dead. Well, almost all of them, but she never let that get her down. But this time, her friends noticed - something was very wrong with Jolly. 

She seemed out of it at the small gathering.

Anytime someone tried talking to her - she would glance across the room. It seemed like she was waiting for someone to walk in. 

“Don’t you want to marry someone like him?” - Jolly said. 

Her friend looked at her like she sprouted another head - “Excuse me?”

“That guy over there - he just seems so peaceful and calm.”

Jolly’s friends were confused - was she talking about Shaju? He’s happily married with two kids… and not to mention… he’s her cousin. 

Her friends didn’t think too much into it until Shaju, Jolly’s new love interest, his wife and child died mysteriously… 

Was Jolly Joseph killing everyone that she felt was in her way? Or… was there something just in the curry? 

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Kenta's Tuesday morning routine was always the same — a 5 a.m. breakfast of rice, miso soup, and salted salmon, followed by his walk to work at Tomogaoka Middle School, where he greeted students at the blue gates every morning.

But today was different.

Kenta took the same route as always — turned the same corner — and dropped his briefcase onto the ground. His hand flew to his mouth. Maybe he let out a scream, maybe he didn’t – and it was all just in his head.

Shaking, Kenta read the letter:

"This is the beginning of a game

You stupid police

Try and stop me if you can

Murder is something I cannot help but enjoy

There's nothing I want to see MORE than people's deaths

Let the foul vegetables be punished with death

Let there be bloody judgment for my many years of bitterness."

On the blue metal gates of the school — right next to the sign that read TOMOGAOKA MIDDLE SCHOOL — sprouting from one of the jagged metal picks of the fence - 

The severed head of an 11-year-old.

The note was shoved in his mouth.

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Timothy, a film director, had a new script land on his desk. The movie was in its final screenwriting stages and it just needed his final approval. 

They had been working to turn Alice Sebold, the famed author of “The Lovely Bones,” they were working on turning her memoir into a movie. Her memoir was about her real life assault in college and her fight to send her violent attacker to prison.

But the more Timothy read - the more he didn’t feel right about this. There was so much wrong. The details. The evidence. 

Timothy picked up his phone - he called his private investigator.

I need you to look into Alice Sebold for me. The New York Times Bestselling author… something’s not right. I think… I think she’s lying. 

It was during the production of her movie - that it was discovered, Alice Sebold, had sent the wrong guy to prison for 16 years. 

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15-year-old Eddie comes home from his jog – changes out of his soiled clothes – and starts googling on his computer: 

HOW TO COMBAT ANXIETY. 

He’s waiting for a text message from the girl he likes - but it’s not her. 

It’s a former classmate of his – Scarlet. The message reads. 

“My brother just told me not to go to Linear Park because a woman got stabbed there.” 

Eddie replies: “Jesus – really?” 

She responds: “Yeah, they say it’s murder…”

He lets the news sink in—someone was murdered at the very park that he had just been to… When the realization of that hit, Eddie would do two things. 

One, he would hide the 5-inch knife in his room; it was covered in blood. 

And two, he would never speak again.

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All the police could do was watch the livestream - the camera was set up in a motel room. They could see in the video the girl was helplessly crying as she was assaulted by a man.

One by one - more men showed up to the motel room to assault her. 

They all stood in line in the order that they came - waiting for their turns. The victim would be found dead soon after. When news broke in the livestream chatrooms that she died - the comments started pouring in. 

“Wait, did the motel girl really die? That’s so sad… we should go relieve ourselves on her funeral portrait. One last gift from us!

“Dang, if she knew she was going to die, she should have given us her body one more time.”

The police saw the video but they had no idea who these assaulters were, who orchestrated the attack, or how to even catch them. 

All they knew was there were more victims. Hundreds of them. All victims of the Nth room. And they needed to save them before another dies. 

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The SBS news producers sat around a laptop in the conference room. They replayed the video of a girl with a bag over her head and a red string tied around her.

She says:

“I am The Doctor’s slave. I will light myself on fire in a few days in front of the SBS headquarters if they air the episode on The Doctor’s Room.”

The producers call the police who secured the headquarters but they needed to find out who the girl is. They need to find out who she is - so they can stop her. Or else someone will die at SBS. 

Because The Doctor was playing games with them and he was willing to do whatever it takes to win. 

This is the case of BAKSA – the DOCTOR - who ran the most prolific, international CP torture rings of recent times ALL of which was available on the clean, World Wide Web—not the dark web—the public internet. 

In fact, it was on one of the most commonly downloaded apps by netizens… TELEGRAM.

Welcome to the doctor’s room. 

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Eunhee was an A list actress and had always had star treatment but this was a whole new level. She had a guarded mansion and millions of dollars at her disposal.

Every evening, platters of shrimp, lobster, sushi, delicacies shipped in from all over the world filled an entire banquet table. It was all just for her.

Every morning, a new gift was delivered for her downstairs, a fur coat, lacy lingerie, or beautiful gowns. She added them to the closet in ‘her’ bedroom already stuffed to the brim. Every single piece was perfectly tailored to fit her body; her exact measurements all the way down to her undergarments. She had guards watching her every move and tending to her every need.

The one condition was that - she couldn’t leave… unless he called.

A week into her stay - her assistant burst in through the door excited to get her ready. He had invited her to a party and she needed to look perfect.

She got all dolled up and was led down to the front where she was face to face with the man who kidnapped her.

The Supreme Leader of North Korea. Kim Jong Il.

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Gustavo stumbled out of the nightclub, barely keeping balance. He felt like he was hallucinating. He noticed people looking at him with very concerned looks – what? Did he have something on his face? He looked back up to a random man rushing towards him with a pail of water. He threw the water onto Gustavo’s arms.

Everyone was acting so strange…  

Then a woman yelled at him, “HEY! You need to call an ambulance!—There’s something wrong with your body!”

Gustavo was taken aback but reassured the woman, “NO! Don’t worry. It’s just my shirt—I tore it on the way out of the club; that’s all…”

He was sure of it. He could feel his shirt in that moment, shredded and hanging off his body. Every time he took a step forward or turned around to look at another stranger yelling at him, he could feel it swaying, hitting other parts of his torso. 

The woman looked at him very concerned, “Sir. You’re not… wearing a shirt.”  

Gustavo walked towards a streetlamp and looked down at his arms. His flesh was eviscerated, hanging only by his wrist. 

His skin was melting off.. 

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In South Korea - there were 2 women sitting inside a prison cell together. One was in for fraud. The other for drugs.

But they had a lot in common. They were both young. Pretty. And wanted a lot of money.

Around the time their friendship developed - on the other side of the world - at the 92nd Academy Awards (The Oscars), Lee Sun Kyun was standing on stage with the cast of ‘Parasite.’

He was at the height of his career - internationally acclaimed actor and family man.

Within 4 years - he would be found dead in his car after a 19 hour interrogation by the police, leaked personal phone calls, $300k lost to blackmailers, and his life completely ruined.

And those two girls - would have everything to do with it.

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“I can’t let you in…”

The housekeeper was confused - what does the mom mean she can’t let me in?

“Could you just toss the keys from your balcony?”

The mother threw her keys from the balcony and vanished into the house. The housekeeper walked into the house and it was immediately chaos. The mother was hysterical - the father was banging his head on the wall.

The mother threw her arms around the housekeeper. She cried and ushered her to a bedroom, “Come, come, inside and see what happened!”

Lying in her bed was the family’s 13 year old daughter, dead. Her throat slit ear to ear. Her body looked posed and so were her stuffed animals, though they were eerily free of any blood or splatter. This case would become known as the JonBenét Ramsey case of India.

Rumors of cheating, black mail, revenge, honor killings, truth serum, grooming and orgies consumed the media but the only thing we know for certain is - whoever her killer or killers are – they are free.

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