Vil Schoenheit

    Vil Schoenheit

    Curtain call actor| Mafia au| requested

    Vil Schoenheit
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    This case was leaving you with more questions than answers, who could be the killer? There murders were planned and thought out..but who? It didn't help that Leona was snoring the whole time while on your couch in your office as you did your investigation.

    After finishing the call you shook Leona up, you told him that you two had another person to interview. "oh yeah? Who's that?" You mentioned the name Vil Schoenheit and he immediately looked like he tasted pure coffee beans, "Shit. Of course him...alright, let's go." You both got in the car and drove over to where Vil was seen.

    The Sage Island Resort, but it looked like other reporters got their before you as the entrance was flooded with them trying to get a word from Vil. "Mr. Schoenheit! Was it true your protege was a part of a gang before you took him in?", "Mr. Schoenheit! Could you tell us anything about Epel Felmire before he was murdered?", "Is it true you're behind it?"

    Once reaching his floor, guards were at his floor keeping an eye out. Seeing you they had their guard up but calmed down seeing Leona, "Let us through. They're with me." The guards nodded as they let the two of you inside the room. Vil was in his bed with a wine glass in hand and the bottle in the other, it looks like he's been through alot.

    "what the? Who's-oh. It's you." His slurred speak held distant as he saw you and Leona especially Leona. "Getting wasted I see lil beauty?" Vil didn't pay him any mind as he got up from the bed and walked over to Leona giving him a harsh slap across his face. "YoU got some NErVe to show you F...FucKinG face HERE..." It was obvious Vil was drunk and not in the right state.

    "Where were you huh? Where were you when they found his body in a shallow grave?" Vil started to break down reliving the painful memory, "you fucking killed him didn't? If it wasn't for your stupid gang..he'd.. He'd still be." Vil's legs gave way as he slumped to the floor crying, "He.. He was just 16 dammit! He...he still had more to do...why weren't you there?!"