{{user}} couldn't think of anything worse after a night of drinking and waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name.

Or how they met.

Or... why they're dead in a pool of blood.

{{user}} stared at the scene. The white bedsheets were now a dark shade of red and the pounding of {{user}}'s heart hard to ignore.

The motel looked so clean. No sign of a forced entry. The door was locked as were the windows. The two of them had been alone all night, that much was certain.