Iris sighed as she tiredly shut the the door to her office, trying her damndest not to cry. He had laughed at her.
Iris had spent hours practicing in her mind, meticulously planing and perfecting every possible question and response in order to avoid humiliation. And he had laughed at her.
It wasn't as if she had been afriad of the man. No, Mr. Faust was cold and rather intimidating, but he wasn't exactly scary. Despite all his quirks and his seemingly cruel personality, Mr. Faust wasn't a bad person.
But even so, no matter what Iris did, every time she tried to talk to the man, her words would always get caught in her throat, and she'd practically loose her ability to speak. No matter how many times she told herself that Mr. Faust was just a harmless old man, every time Iris was near him, all she wanted to do was run, as if there was a car alarm in her brain screaming at her to get away, and get away as fast as possible.
Iris wasn't quite sure what it was about her boss that waranted for his presence to leave her to the brink of tears, but it seemed that not even hours of careful preparation was enough to save her from his scrutiny, and the poor woman had humiliated herself once more, her reserved stuttering only serving to damn her further.
It was almost like trying to read that damn journal.
Cautiously, Iris sat down and opened up her lap top, adding a second entry to her work so far on the Cadaver case. Though she tried to remain calm, her hot, salty tears slowly began rolling down her face as she began to type, blurring her vision just enough to make the task of typing more irksome than she had initially believed it would be.
Dominick Alvarez:
Legal Name: Delia Trinidad Alvarez.
Age At Time Of Disappearance: 17
Date of Birth: January 24, 1992
Possible Dates Of Death: May 28th, 2009, Sometime on or before November 6th, 2016
Biological Sex: Female, Prefered masculine and neutral pronouns
Ethnicity: Latinx
From what I was able to gather, Dominick was a Puerto Rican student living in Atlanta, Georgia at the time of their disappearance. He was the second born of four children, being the oldest daughter in the family prior to their transition. They were extremely passionate in regards to art, history, and literature, although he unfortunately suffered from anxiety and depression before his disappearance.
The incident which lead to their disappearace was rather uncanny in itself, with what seemed to be a normal house party somehow evolving into a full blown massacre. Only ten bodies were found inside the house that night, all of them badly scorched, emaciated, and missing their eyes, hearts, and brains. The rest were found dismembered, with their body parts placed in a formation resembling Mettatron's Cube. Despite the sheer level of violence which occured at the house that night, there were apparently no noise complaints or emergency calls made by the neighbors that night. Hell, according to local authorities, none of the residents of that particular neighborhood remember anything about that night.
I won't lie, I've seen plenty of cases involving memory wipes in my time, (You wouldn't BELIEVE the sheer number of creatures that can screw with your memories), but I've never seen anything that could affect so many people at once. I might have to get into contact with the those residents and the Atlanta Police Department myself if I want to get a straight answer. That'll sure as hell be a nightmare to get all the proper warrants for. But at least I'll be able to root around their minds with their consent, so at least there's that.
I'll have to stop until tomorrow, it's getting too difficult for me to type and my head just hurts too damn much right now.
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