Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5543592-20150312003044

The suspect liked to strike in conditions when visiblity was low. Middle of the night, foggy. He was also very stealthy. No footsteps, nor did the woman even see him coming, and he had managed to attack her from the front. He had her stomach and skin. So, he'd been harvesting for organs, was stealthy, and struck in the dead of night. Certainly unusual, but Geralt had seen and heard of similar things.

Yet, still, something about this case chilled him to the bone.

Geralt nodded and stood up. "Thank you for your time." Told the Captain, his voice still retaining all it's roughness. "Inform me if you should discover anything new."

With that, the Witchhunter exited the barracks, and headed for the Bunkhouse.