The man sat quietly in the darkened room, watching the credits roll of the television programme that had just concluded. He could hear the sound of the ocean from the open window behind him and breathed in the sea air coming into the room. The room was dark, except for the television's glaring light shining across the walls, and despite the darkness one could still make out the grandeur of the place. The moon glinted off the freshly polished hardwood floors, and the impeccable crown moulding of the walls made its presence boldly known despite the absence of light. The man lightly held a cup of tea in one hand as he ran his other through his hair, his fingers tracing through the curls formed after the heat and humidity of the day. He took a sip of the tea. Earl Grey. His favorite.

The television briefly went dark before the opening title sequence of a new show flitted across the screen. The man sat up in the couch and took another sip of tea. He smiled gently as the programme continued.

"Most criminals get caught," a deep voice announced on the television, "Thanks to modern science, technology, and advancements in forensics like never before it is virtually impossible to evade the law and get away with crime."

The voice over paused briefly, for dramatic effect.

"But despite our current law enforcement system, some still slip through the cracks."

The introduction sequence was unimaginative, but served its purpose. Various shots of the world's most heinous criminals flashed across the screen. A slow-motion shot of a police cruiser's light bar filled the room with alternating red and blue waves.

"We investigate the one percent of criminals who have gone undetected. Those who somehow leave no evidence behind... Those who leave no clues as to their identity, or when they will strike next. The small number of individuals who seem to have pulled off the perfect crime. This… Is Cold Case USA."

'Cold Case USA' appeared on the screen in large block letters in front of a black and grey background. The man took another sip of tea as he eagerly awaited the programme to continue. The shot crossfaded to the interior of a bleak looking set, presumably some sort of police station. A middle aged African-American man slowly walked toward the camera, holding an obvious case file and donning a plan grey suit.

"Good evening. I'm Michael Shelby, and welcome to another episode of Cold Case USA."

The camera followed the suited gentleman as he walked through the set. His voice was low and authoritative, and he held a stern, yet unintimidating expression on his face as he looked into the lens.

"Tonight we investigate one of the most baffling cold cases our country has ever seen. A cold case that has stumped the minds of some of the country's best detectives, rendered the investigative work of entire police forces fruitless, and seemingly defied modern forensic technology. Tonight, we look at a criminal without a face. Without an identity. A criminal known only as… The Infinity Killer."

The man chuckled to himself as he sat on the couch, watching the program. The name sounded so bizarre you almost couldn't take it seriously. Nevertheless, he was impressed that such a simple name was able to strike such immediate fear in whoever hears it.

"It all started six years ago," the host continued, "In a quiet Sacramento suburb. A man was found slashed beyond recognition in his home. The wounds so extensive, police could barely make out the identity of the victim. But there was something that made this crime scene different. A unique signature discovered at the crime scene that would end up being found all over California, identifying the work of one of the most horrific serial killers of recent years. On the wall, drawn in the victim's blood was a figure eight. Or, to be more specific, an infinity symbol, giving this serial killer the name we all know him as today."

A shot of the infinity symbol faded into focus on the television screen, casting shadows across the walls in the darkened room. The man peered at the symbol with a sort of thoughtful acceptance, raising his tea cup for yet another sip.

"Ever since that first murder nearly six years ago, the Infinity Killer has terrorized the West coast of California. His crime scenes have been found everywhere from San Francisco to the Mexican border. And at every crime scene, the infinity symbol was found drawn on the wall next to the victim. A morbid calling card or signature left behind with the killer's work. But even stranger than this symbol that was let behind, was what wasn't. Extensive investigation into every crime scene left by the Infinity killer has never yielded any forensic results. Not a fingerprint, nor a fibre. Not any shred of evidence that couldn't be explained away by basic reasoning and deduction. In fact, authorities throughout the entire state of California have found only six pieces of possible, reliable evidence to date regarding the Infinity Killer, which experts continue to analyze today."

The man continued sipping his tea on the couch, a light smile on his face as various shots of evidence appeared on the television screen.

"Police throughout California have put several plans into action over the past six years in an attempt to apprehend the so called Infinity Killer. Extensive undercover operations and covert stings were carried out by numerous police departments, all resulting in various arrests, but none directly linkable to the Infinity Killer. Speculation has ran rampant as to who the killer may be, and various theories ranging from Hollywood celebrities to Political figures have been debated and ultimately thrown out by the authorities. But one thing remains clear: The Infinity Killer is still out there, and does not appear to be stopping any time soon. Cold Case USA interviewed Los Angeles Police Chief Kevin Hunt to reveal his thoughts about the case, when we received this shocking statement."

An older man now appeared on the screen, dressed in full uniform and standing in front of an American Flag. The footage looked like it was taken from some sort of recent press conference as microphones appeared in the corner of the shot, and flashes could be seen from various cameras lighting up the background.

"In regards to the Infinity Killer case," the police chief began, "I do believe we eventually will get an answer as to who is behind these crimes. However realistically speaking, given this individual's previous behaviour, I would hazard a guess that without any drastic or sudden developments in the case, it is highly unlikely we will be able to catch whoever is doing this in the immediate future."

The man chuckled as he watched the programme. He took another sip of tea and reclined back in the couch, his free left hand slowly tracing a small figure eight on the cushion beside him.

"Highly unlikely…" the man whispered to himself, echoing the police chief. "Highly unlikely indeed."

The moonlight glinted off the dark tea in the cup as it gently swilled from side to side, the tea looking like fresh blood as the moonlight danced across its surface in the darkened room.