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Detective Quinn - 2:49 am - Police Station - Quinn's Office

Closing another file he sighed and stared wearily at the clock. They had searched all the leads and all he found were more walls leading to mazes of mirrors which seemed to point back to nowhere. It was frustrating to say the least. Abigail Clark a twelve year old kid taken off her lawn, what had this town become? Well that was a lie Arkham had always been like this, since it's inception, many strange things happened. A whole village nearby had vanished called Innsmouth, the University had many queer or unnerving things occurring. Arkham wasn't normal, but he had lived here all his life and knew this town superstition did it no favours, and people fears escalated to ideas which seemed absurd or unreal.

Grabbing hold of the boiling mug he took a long sip and stared at the files scattered haphazardly around his desk; missing people, strange deaths, animals going missing, ritual markings found it just went on.

Pulling a small picture out his wallet he looked over it sadly, his seven years old daughter Rhona, the only thing that kept him going.

Snatching the furthest file on desk he opened and began to read:

Mass amount of Homeless Missing Presumed Dead

Wyte

Fred

Joe Gorn

Dareen Pilla

Vahn

Kyle

Grant

Each name had scene of where they were and various pieces of evidence. Blood stains and more.

The thing about these events is that no one cared. But this was alarming as they were all near the university. He had been told to ignore this, but the thing obsessed him. It wouldn't do any harm to investigate tomorrow and see if he could find anything explaining what was going on.

Switching nearby lamp on he let his mind slip into detective mode to begin working on this.

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Terance - 3:30 am - Alley near the University.

Scowling in disdain he looked at the building before spitting on the ground next to him. Fuck that place and all people who wanted to get into it. He had been one of the fools who wanted to go there, but due to many events like his girlfriend strange death and other reasoning he ended up becoming hooked on heroin and now could only afford to steal stuff. Somehow he had managed to clean himself up, but it had been five years at that point and he sure his parents in New York thought he was dead.

Taking a long draw he heard someone approaching.

Before he even turned around he saw a glint of steel and found himself clutching his throat as the blood poured out from the severed artery, collapsing and trying to make a sound, but unable to make a sentence as death silenced him completely with a last guttural groan.

Silently a figure dragged the body away.