As the day dragged on {{user}}'s eyes became tired, the dingy atmosphere of the clinic bearing it's sombre reality down on her as she watched patients come and go, either clutching a walking stick or in a bodybag. The crime rate lately had skyrocketed, maybe it was because of the butcher as they were calling them, all the police assets set on one monster lurking in the shadows left a lot of space for lowlife crooks looking to make a quick buck

Yet here she was, in the back room, her eyes cast down upon another mess of Picasso's own likeness, the thick stench of rot and metal in the air yet again as she examined each artery with precision. Every body touched by that monster had come through these halls, the head officer on the case, Caroline Stark, was a close friend of {{user}}'s, always the type to reach for adventure and it was starting to feel like she wanted it to be

{{user}} eventually dialed the woman in question, the tone ringing for a couple seconds before it's connection "There's other hospitals in this city you know" Her tired voice rumbling down the line. On Caroline's end she could hear nothing but air and the woman's low alto voice

"Butcher could be anyone, you're the only one I know I can trust" Sirens wail in the background "Find anything useful?" user sighed in annoyance at the infamous one-track mind her friend has always been known for, ever since they were children always acting like a dog with a bone at the first sign of trouble

"Nothing more than a couple jagged wounds, but I assume you knew that already huh?" the doctor zipped up the bodybag before rubbing the bridge of her nose