Prologue 

Blood dripping onto a dark wooden floor. The floor 

creaks with every single step. There is a familiar 

smell in the air... the smell of something absolutely 

wrong. 

"Chief! We found something,” Maya called out. 

"What? What is it?" I yelled back. 

I ran upstairs as fast as my legs could carry me, my 

boots thudding heavily against the wood. 

"Something looks dark. I'm sure it's blood," Maya 

warned, her voice shaking. "Be careful not to touch 

it, this might be important evidence." 

I stood there, my mouth open, completely 

speechless. A wave of nausea hit me so hard I 

wanted to throw up, but I knew that wouldn't be 

professional of me. I forced myself to swallow it 

down. Kneeling, I pried up the dark wood plank. The 

texture underneath was mushy, releasing a horrible, 

suffocating smell. I could literally taste the foul air 

in the back of my throat. 

"It's... it's a child," I whispered. 

It was a rotten child's body, turned inside out, 

almost completely unrecognizable. 

Maya stared at the horror, her face pale. 

"What the hell do we have on our hands?"