Looking at the report I could not help but get uncomfortable.
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Name: Teo Garvale
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Date of Birth: April 17, 2---
Time of Death: Around 5:00 A.M. on April 19, 2---
Location of Death: Penthouse of 59 Moral Av.
Cause of Death: The head was chopped off with a clean cut made by a very sharp and deadly blade.
Additional Notes: Traces of blood were found on the forehead. Later investigation revealed that the blood was not his and has yet to be identified.
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My last hope withered away just like that. It was official. I. Was. Dead.
The hooded man, of course, attributed my glum mood to the lack of clues. To reassure me he said, "Don't worry, My Lord, we will surely find him. He has only been dead for a day at most so he could not have found the pathway to heaven yet."
How could he find the supposed pathway to heaven if he is stuck with a certain someone? And for me to die two days after my birthday...Truly tragic.
Seeing that my expression only got worse he said, "Waiting and talking here will do no good so how about we start at the site of his death as the center and search from there?"
Helplessly, I responded, "Sure." Might as well keep up my disguise.
And so we put the autopsy report and the body back where we found them and left the morgue.
Since it was a short way from 59 Moral Av., we arrive at our destination in less than 10 minutes. By our leisure walking pace, I could tell that the hooded man was quite confident about catching me.
Having the opportunity to sort out my thoughts, I realized that I did not know this man's name despite spending the better part of a day with him. So I casually ask, "By the way, what is your name?"
Instead of your topical response, he looked at me like I was an alien... and I had to admit it was starting to freak me out.
'Just kill him,' a voice in my head whispered.