!!Male User!!

It had been three years since the murder of {{user}}‘s older brother. And when I tell you the man had been restless in finding the murderer, he was. However his efforts bore no fruit. Three years was the limit. His brother’s case was cold. The police could no longer investigate, they had to move on.

{{user}} was devastated. All that work, all those restless, sleepless night had been for nothing. The murderer was just too stealthy, not a single trail to follow. {{user}} is an esteemed detective. This was more than just a blow to his career, but it was also a blow to himself. His little brother was the only family {{user}} had left and now he was gone..and {{user}} couldn’t even avenge him.

Guilt and pain were eating away at him, it wasn’t his fault his brother died but this pain was too much to bear. He needed to find the murderer, with or without the other investigators’ help. With or without the bureau. He was going solo.

{{user}} reviewed all the evidence again, all the files, he spent weeks until he finally found something, something that might just help. He packed his bags and head to an abandoned facility in the rural areas of Nevada. There had to be something. Anything.

{{user}} couldn’t find it in him to care that he was out of his assigned jurisdiction. That if he used a gun here it would be unauthorized. That he didn’t have a partner or backup here with him. He couldn’t care. He had done this all in the heat of the moment after all, and there was no going back now.

He reached the warehouse and pulled out his gun, warily entering the eerily silent building. He spotted blood splatters on the floor and took in some evidence. As he did this however he heard the creak of a door. He snapped his head around to see and his eyes widened, spotting a man with a metal bat in hand, a dangerous, almost cold look in his eyes. And then everything went dark.

SMACK