THE FIRST VICTIM

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST VICTIM

[Friday morning is quiet enough.

Everything seems to be normal, as before. Normal and boring, even with the strange things happening around the Depths. After all, no one's killed yet. Why would they? Surely something as ridiculous as a weird fruit and a fleeting promise wouldn't provoke anyone to kill to see if something like that was actually true, right?

Right?

Still, if anyone was worried, they would at least feel justified at being tense. People were told to kill another in return for the safety and life of a loved one, after all. And it included a way out for someone who succeeded in getting away with it. There may be someone more than willing to kill for that chance.

And that's when you don't consider the two empty rooms, one of which was opened and resulted in more strange things happening. And what happened last week? It hasn't been solved, has it? And no one expected that.




Perhaps it's a thought to look around to make sure there's nothing off this morning.

Certainly, it couldn't hurt.]

Comments

[zephyranthe]

[Rest in peace, Laslow... you were a good man. Possibly. She's not actually sure.

Still, she will remember you for your cheesy feet, smoking bod, and crying in front of several bottles of liquor. They didn't know each other long, but maybe one day when it's time for her to pass into the great beyond, they can meet again in a better place where they can converse of happier things like festivals and concerts - a place where she won't have to shank his corpse superfluously to confirm that no, this really was the actual murder weapon don't worry we've got this, guys.

Amen.

anyways, if there's nothing else about that body i guess she'll be fucking off to get herself cleaned or something]