Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150313021631/@comment-5583506-20150313212351

(I am going out for a bit, but I will get back in about 1 - 2 hours.)

Sibern trudged through the muddy city streets with his mind unburdened by the influences of the moon sugar. Even though only two people had died, he already felt at a loss. Something which was unusual. Normally he only needed to scan through the details of a crime scene or a file in order to get a somewhat clear picture of what had taken place, whereupon the culprit could be caught about one or two weeks later.

This case however was different. He could feel it in his bones. The killer had stalked the whore some days before her inevitable death, as if he was trying to get to her earlier but couldn't, or as if to confirm that she was indeed his intended victim. She had been gutted and had her stomach removed with surgical precision. When she was dead, someone had taken the liberty of removing her skin. A gruesome way to go.

Then there was the matter of the dead writer in the apartment. The door had presumably been locked from the inside by the time of the man's death, only to be opened by the killer on his way out, but if that was the case it bursted his theory that the murderer had entered through different means than the front door. Why would a murderer with the skills to enter a locked house unseen, exit through the front door if there already was another way out? It didn't make any sense. Neither did the killing. Unlike the prostitute, the man had only been stabbed in the heart and died in a matter of minutes. His eyes had been removed forcefully by an unknown method, but that was up to Audiana to figure out.

Maybe he was making this too hard for himself? Either the killer was very stupid, possibly a lunatic, who arranged all these killings so erraticly that he would eventually make a mistake and get caught, or he was a genius who pursued these acts of random methods in an attempt to confuse those who tried to catch him.

Sibern sighed and headed towards the block in the vicinity of the first murder. It was time go knock on doors...