❝ LET'S PLAY A GAME, SHALL WE? ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
﹙ APRIL 2ND, 2016﹚
HELLAM TOWNSHIP HAD HANDED YET ANOTHER DEAD END ON A SILVER PLATTER TO THE BAU TEAM. After searching for five days in the woods and around the small town for a clue— a sign— something— they came up empty-handed. It was gradually becoming an expected result: having absolutely nothing to go on and no tangible leads.
All they had were poems with different yet meaningless meanings— meaningless in the sense that they provided the F.B.I. nothing of interest— and four letters written in Cara Valentine's blood by the missing ex-convict herself. Nevertheless, that fact wasn't of any use.
It only provided the beginning of a rough timeline and a half-breath of fresh air. Forensics had been able to specify how old the blood on the paper was and it was determined that Cara had written her name at some point during the beginning of that year. This meant the possibility of her being alive was much higher than some believed.
