How do I always end up in these situations?
The thought runs through your mind over and over again as you stare down at the body in front of you.
It certainly wasn't how you planned on spending your evening. In fact, you didn't even really need to stay in this place at all. You could have kept walking, pushed on through the night. Hells, at any point you could have stopped asking questions and gone to bed.
But you didn't, not after seeing the letter. You couldn't ignore it. Your curiosity was piqued.
And now you're standing in front of a body.
You hear a knock on the door and as you turn, you catch your reflection in a mirror.
