The road was dark, lightning flashes through the tormented sky. In the mouth of the alley the inspector calmly looks upon this latest scene of carnage. The victims limbs hurled to and fro like loose straw. He blinks and turns away to the officer waiting patiently near the flashing red lights of the police carriage. The inspector calmly pushes his thin glasses up his hawkish nose.
"This is another obvious case. Werewolf, male, probably in heat. Evacuate the streets and get some silver ammunition patrols out here to track it. It's probably over near fifth and Tully. Oh and next time, don't call me unless it's an actual 'interesting' mystery." The officer chokes down his disgust at this man's audacity and reaches into his coat for a thin commune stone. His gruff baritone a hefty contrast to the Inspectors tenor.
"Yeah, the man says werewolf, bring in some silvies will ya? It's about to start raining buckets and we need this thing caught before morning. Yes, over and out." The officer turns to confirm but the inspector is already disappearing down the street, his thin leather boots a soft sound on the wet cobbles. He turns down the empty street as another police carriage passes, lights ablaze. Full moons are always annoying, cops don't know what to do and they always end up calling me for no good reason. The inspector sighs heavily as it begins to rain. I told that idiot chief to only call me when things are truly unexplained, not for every wolf and vampire bite this side of the north river.
The inspector walks past a dim, gas lit alley only to pause and look down it. A person, laying on the ground, eyes rolled back and a look of pure terror on their face. The inspector raises a thin eyebrow and strolls casually over to inspect what he assumes to be a corpse. Kneeling down, he can't help but notice one thing in particular; no marks or signs of struggle, just a lack of pulse and brain activity. The inspector pulls out his own commune stone and speaks softly into it.
"Yes, this is Inspector 581, I have come upon a body in the alley off of Henry street. Send me a coroners carriage at once, and tell them to hurry... this looks interesting." The inspector stares at the dead mans eyes, their sigils still glowing softly in the night as they see into the next life...
"This is another obvious case. Werewolf, male, probably in heat. Evacuate the streets and get some silver ammunition patrols out here to track it. It's probably over near fifth and Tully. Oh and next time, don't call me unless it's an actual 'interesting' mystery." The officer chokes down his disgust at this man's audacity and reaches into his coat for a thin commune stone. His gruff baritone a hefty contrast to the Inspectors tenor.
"Yeah, the man says werewolf, bring in some silvies will ya? It's about to start raining buckets and we need this thing caught before morning. Yes, over and out." The officer turns to confirm but the inspector is already disappearing down the street, his thin leather boots a soft sound on the wet cobbles. He turns down the empty street as another police carriage passes, lights ablaze. Full moons are always annoying, cops don't know what to do and they always end up calling me for no good reason. The inspector sighs heavily as it begins to rain. I told that idiot chief to only call me when things are truly unexplained, not for every wolf and vampire bite this side of the north river.
The inspector walks past a dim, gas lit alley only to pause and look down it. A person, laying on the ground, eyes rolled back and a look of pure terror on their face. The inspector raises a thin eyebrow and strolls casually over to inspect what he assumes to be a corpse. Kneeling down, he can't help but notice one thing in particular; no marks or signs of struggle, just a lack of pulse and brain activity. The inspector pulls out his own commune stone and speaks softly into it.
"Yes, this is Inspector 581, I have come upon a body in the alley off of Henry street. Send me a coroners carriage at once, and tell them to hurry... this looks interesting." The inspector stares at the dead mans eyes, their sigils still glowing softly in the night as they see into the next life...