Detective Jones is put on the case for an unidentify victim going by the name Jane Doe, peculiarly, there isn't one file of her, no family, no nothing. Almost as if she was never really alive. Evidence and refutes to this ghastly crime slowly unveils, opening doors to new dark trails and dead ends . Detective Jones won't stop till he solves this case even in the end if it costs him his own being. Once all said and done. Sometimes the unknown is best left alone...
She took her last breath, her body now limp and cold. Her eyes were empty and held nothing but sheer terror. I took her life and yet, felt nothing. It didn't please me, it didn't fulfill me, nor did it change my outlook. I felt nothing, and it infuriated me. I didn't want this. Not only that, but I wanted her blood to trickle from my fingertips as I watched her solicit for air. Call me cruel, call me pernicious, call me whatever may come to the notion. I deserve so, but forget my future, forget my past. Her life is over. I have no empathy for her, she deserves what she has gotten. Who am I to choose when someone dies? Good question, she wasn't supposed to be here for long. You can't escape debt once owed. She owed me her life and I took it as promised.
Malignant walks the earth indulgently. You are unperceiving, the answer always has and will lie right in front of you with the most courteous grin.
Even you.