The connection between death and art became clearer when Haruto and Ayaka uncovered a disturbing pattern in the victims' backgrounds. Each woman had some affiliation with the underground art scene - students, critics, even gallery owners. And every one of them had been in some way connected to a secret, exclusive gallery hidden deep within the city's industrial district.

Haruto and Ayaka visited the gallery, which felt more like a mausoleum than an art space. The walls were adorned with distorted sculptures, macabre paintings, and photographs of violence - each piece seeming to echo the brutality of the murders.

"This... this is it," Ayaka whispered. "This is where The Architect is hiding. These works, they... they reflect his mindset. It's like he's not just killing; he's leaving behind a trail, a series of clues."

One piece in particular caught Haruto's attention - a photograph of a woman lying on a floor, her body arranged exactly like the victims. The photo was not just an image; it was an invitation, a perverse message.

"The Architect sees himself as a creator," Haruto muttered. "But where does creation end, and destruction begin?"