Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It has been a long while since the incident in Mersault occurred. You were a private detective who was asked to go back and investigate any more remainings or evidence left within the area.
There you stand in the ruins, having no idea what was to come after you. The air was thick and full of tension. You slowly walked towards a deserted tower, pointing your flashlight at a figure of a man. Dark raven hair rested on his shoulders, his clothes stained with blood and he was missing an arm.