Apr29
Chapter: Chapter 1
>> Investigate the body, and the trash, but keep your ears open.
C: “Booze. Blood. Not my kinda party.”
Listening intently to the distant pings and grinding sounds in the echoing old factory, you bend down and look at the trash.
Its beer cans. A bunch of them. Some cheap, fairly generic brand. Almost a half dozen cans, sitting in a sticky puddle of blood.
And following the blood…
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