Detective Carson P.1

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June 13th, 1996

Your name is Carson Jack Daniel. You've recently went through another mourning of another friend, Brandon Rodriguez. Who've passed away due to some television malfunction apparently, at least that's what the officials stated.

For days the house has been searched by many investigators, only to find nothing. As the TV was actually in perfect shape, it shouldn't have just instantly broke and cause such a fatality. You really had to get to the bottom of this, as you just couldn't stop pondering about it, as it kept interrupting your thought process at school.

It was about time you've used your skills to the test, you really weren't playing pretend anymore. As you've got ready putting your shoes on, you would take a look outside your window, seeing the household still being investigated. Although you didn't mind much of it, you definitely got this bro.

After you've walked out of your home, you could somehow smell a stench, aware that the house is the most obvious source of the stench. You'd then sneak through a trap door to an underground tunnel you both had made, with the walls having wood be placed in an imperfect method, but it still got the job done. Still allowed you to easily crawl through to one of the vents, leading to the kitchen. Which might have not been the best idea, as many rodents have infested the house since, resulting in many inhumane mouse traps placed in certain places. Making for difficult navigation... How the fuck did he live like this.

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