THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[Friday morning dawns. It's a surprisingly brisk day; the winds are cold outside, and the sky is dark with its lack of sky. Well, a normal sky that one would be used to, at least.

The rats can be heard scurrying to and forth, in the walls. All seems to be as normal as it can be, this morning.]

Comments

[strangerpeople]

[The splinters go multiple different ways, and the scuffs do not line up with someone being simply dragged down the stairs.]

[telecosmetic]

[Hmm. Don't like that. Eliza waves Zack over.]

Zack. Do you have any idea how hard someone would need to hit these stairs to create those scratches?

[Use your property damaging tendencies for good, Zack!]

[zackthekiller]

Huh?

[He glances down at the scratches and scratches his head.]

Pretty fucking hard, I guess... Then again, that guy was made of metal.