Detective Corona is left more confused by this phone call than any previous one. Her father always, always called her Viggy.

When he was angry at her, it was still Viggy, not her full name like most parents resort to in order to express their frustration.

The fact that this demented man knew that about her family made her skin crawl.

He called her mom a lying whore, which she agrees with, but only she's allowed to think that.

Eliza had an intense dislike for the woman who birthed her.

She constantly tried to impress her, but her mom's attention remained just out of reach.

When Eliza graduated from the police academy shortly before her mom passed, all she got from her was a little fucking smile.

Years of waiting for that day, and the only praise she received was a..smile?

She can't recall the last time her mom hugged her. Eliza's dad was always the one to bring her up when she was down, to teach her the things all children need to know.

Hell, he even taught her what a period was when her mother was too busy pretending that she didn't exist.

The detective resented the fact that her dad died before she graduated high school, leaving her with her distant, glassy-eyed mother.

What made Eliza even more unsettled about the killer was that he spelled "Viggy" on that recently murdered woman's lawn with red apples.

Her dad was allergic to apples, and she was damn sure that the killer knew about that.

Detective Corona is at a loss as to how the killer could've learned that private information. Her dad grew out of the allergy by the time he was in his teens.

Something strange is happening with this case. It's giving that familiar feeling once again, and Eliza doesn't know why.

She walks back to the library, determination settled in the fine lines of her face. Eliza is relatively young, but the stress of her career has buried itself deep within her skin, making her look years older than she actually is.

Pulling up a random search engine on the library's computer leaves Eliza not knowing where to go from here.

Technology makes the detective perplexed, barely even knowing how to operate the mouse.

After asking a few librarians for help on how to find the page she needs, she pulls up a Wikipedia page on King Henry VIII.

There staring Eliza Virginia Corona in the face is King Henry's family tree. She clicks on it to enlarge the image, puts on her glasses, and understands why this killer knew all these personal details about her and her family.

A fog has been lifted, and the realization slaps Eliza in the face mockingly.

She has to bite her tongue in order to hold back the hateful scream wanting to come out.

But that scream claws its way up her throat, squeezing itself through her teeth, and Eliza decides to give up on holding it back.

She bellows out a terrified screech as memories begin to flood her mind.