Aside from bizarre as hell murders? He swallowed, flicking through a few more and wishing that it wasn't so easy to read over the details and see the photographs without feeling anything. He tapped a finger on one of the papers, biting his lip and checking back over a couple more. "There's a few things," he said after a moment. "A lot of them say that it's assumed they were killed by a guy called Frederick Krueger, mostly with a straight razor." He frowned, flicking through them. "And dreams," he added. "Far as I can tell, lots of the kids reported having similar nightmares before their deaths. And most of them died when they were asleep." Violently, which was pretty odd because people didn't usually stay asleep as they were murdered unless they were really really drugged out of it.

He looked up at Omi, concern on his face. "I've never met the woman so I don't even know how she acted. She could be a sick kind of collector who enjoys reading this stuff." He shuddered slightly at the thought of it. "Maybe she's more than a psychiatrist and is investigating this stuff or..." He gave a helpless shrug, knowing Omi would under stand. "Just be really careful around her next time." There was always the risk that they were trophies and this woman was keeping them to gloat at her own handiwork.