Chapter 1

A man set a course for home, a place where his family and friends resided in. Annoying as they were to one, family was needed for one's emotional and mental stability according to those, whom had actual decent loved ones in their lives. I couldn't relate, maybe it was due to the obvious fact that I was abandoned without a single thought or hesitation by my own parents or maybe it was being surrounded by the severed limbs and torsos of my roommate's family members.

"Taylor, are you going to continue that internal dialogue of yours or will you help your friend out with this mess?" A deep strict voice questioned me, snapping me out of my thoughts as I avoided the looks of the other detectives in the room. The man who spoke to me was my senior.

Detective Michael Jones.

A middle aged Caucasian man with light brown hair and brown eyes, whom was around five foot and ten inches, although I am not sure due to not being able to accurately guess someone's age or height just by a simple glance. He had a few wrinkles but nothing to deep, an oval shaped and a medium tan, giving off the impression that he is biracial. Not that I am sure about it, I am just making guesses as always.

'This is why I didn't become a detective, like I initially planned.'

I thought.

His eyes looked at me with a calm look in them, silently giving me hints to calm the victim's last family member as I was close to them, he wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either. He eventually gave up in convincing me and simply gave me permission to start analyzing the entire home, since I couldn't call it a crime scene as everywhere was either bloody or nauseating to look or smell in. Fortunately, I was wearing a face mask as I quickly wore my gloves, so I didn't suffer like the others around me or being someone like Detective Jones, who had a slightly more sensitive sense of smell like the rest of us.

'Wouldn't be surprised if he was secretly a werewolf.'

The stench of the deceased was foul, which would mean that they had been dead for more than three days but everyone internal decomposing process varied from one person to another. My gloved hands tightly tugged on the yellow tap over my body, as I started to look for samples or any clues that would lead to the killer or at least a potential suspect. I silently studied the walls, painted with dried up blood with scratches all over them, the entire house was messy with the kitchen floor surrounded by shattered plates and glass cups, not to mention the vase filled with tulips in the living room area, indicating that the victims were clearly fighting for their lives.

'This looks more of an abstract art show, rather than a homicide if we exclude the severed limbs and torsos.'

I thought, while avoiding stepping on any body part that should be in the body not decorating the house. If I added the fact that they look like someone had eaten out of them, I would have been considered a madwoman but most of the detectives saw this before me. So being put in an asylum was the least of my worries, especially since I have found sixty limbs in total, a bathtub filled with nothing but a woman who was in her own blood with a deep cut in her ankles, wrists, and her necks in the right order.

Someone clearly wanted her to suffer a painful death through excessive blood loss, the amount was so much that I felt like fainting on the spot, but I had to hold it in. As I noticed a blood stained that was in her hand and quickly removed it, placing it in the evidence bag.

"That's one down."

I whispered to myself, after exiting the bathroom and going back to the living room to tell Detective Jones, what I discovered.

"Detective Jones, you need to see the scene in the bathroom," I said, after making sure to keep my distance from him before he would body slam me out of fear. The brunet rushed past me and called a few detectives with him to inspect the scene. I continued to search through the living room.

'It started here.'

I thought, as my gloved hands traced the blood stained knife that was hidden under the multitude of severed limbs. It would be weird for an ordinary knife to do significant damage to the human body, but it was a butcher knife. So, it was clearly the murder weapon, I picked it up and placed it in the evidence bag, sealing it tightly before I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder. I felt my hear racing in fear, ready to use the knife in my custody, as I turned around to face them.