Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29711200-20170206103720/@comment-29669939-20170207202823

His equipment lay untouched but stained on his creaking draws, his notes and plans carelessly spread around his house, and his door left broken on the floor. Instantly, he dropped his blade, cutting the ground. Chicken and gravy entered his detection, but not in a nice way.

"What in the world did this mess?" He quietly whispered to himself - there was no point of drawing awareness while the mafia was lurking. Cautiously, he stepped over the collapsed door and ambled through the hallway, suddenly aware of the foul stench inside,

Missing.

Abruptly, he hurried, expecting for his worst desire. Glaring at the end of the hallway, his belief became reality. Crimson, dried blood circled around a large position, where something used to lay.

In a flash, a table hurled towards the door, notes flying everywhere.

Somewhere else, located a silhouette leaned across a wounded figure.

"Help me... are you the doctor?" Weakly muttered the vulnerable man, seeming as if he had a posh and fancy accent.

"Some say I am," Replied the coal-black shadow, gripping something in his hand.

"But of a different kind."