Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312153232

(But... the writer and the landowner were the only people having the keys, and the latter is temporarily in Ivarstead? XD

No one reads my texts... ;_;)

Sibern slept on the floor that night. He simply didn't have the energy to get up and reach the bed. The floor was cold and wet, most likely due to a leakage in the ceiling. The rain was tapping against the unwashed windows and the wind was howling outside.

The storm from the north had yet to arrive, but he bet that when it did, it would not be a pretty sight.

He speculated upon what he had overheard from the man with the white hair.

''The girl was skinned and had her stomach removed... Rather disturbing... She had been stalked for two days before quitting her job...''

His thoughts upon the matter came and went as he lied on the floor and looked up into the moldy ceiling. A spider had made itself a web in the far-right corner, just above his nightstand, yet flies seemed to have avoided it completely.

He imagined that somehow this wouldn't be the first time the killer struck... and certainly not the last...