(Post-Jacob-sewerslide)

Jacob died. Took his life… for what? Some demon in that god forsaken CD that claimed to be his father? Well. Of course he did. He didn’t have many friends and… his mother ran away. None of his relatives knew him. Nobody did. Except for a few people. And his friend, dedicated to finding out what this… demon was, exactly.

D3tective sighed and looked at everything he’d gathered. It hadn’t been matching up. The random computer turning on, the videos, and his growing headache wasn’t helping. He leaned back in his seat to try and relax. He looked at the medication for his head that he’d taken not too long ago. It wasn’t helping. He shook his head.

“… Jacob… come on, I’ll find something to figure out why you did this…”