>> Well… the last body had a key in it, so… search the body and try not to barf.

C: “Poor bastard…at least if you’re even real…”

Shaking, you kneel down beside the carpet-wrapped body and slowly peel back the makeshift shroud. The smell is overwhelming.

You reveal a face and for a terrible second you are positive that the body in the carpet is your brother Sully. But the moment passes.

The face– handsome, if it weren’t for the rictus of death– is unknown to you, though something about it seems strangely familiar.