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I stare at old police files. Older than those of my past. They date back to the 1800s. Over 80 years ago. The same shit has happened. Victims brutally attacked by wolves. Wolves. I hate them. They're filthy animals. They're mindless killers that only cause suffering. 

I turn on the light again. The answers are here in my endless police cases and my mind. I know I saw the figure. I know I saw her face... but every night I can't see the answer. I can't see what I'm missing. I pin up another flyer. The police think these are random animal attacks. But I don't. I've seen what these things are capable off. I know it.

I grip my fists. I let out a breath. They're looking for something. There's a pattern. Hopefully. It all is too eradicate. All have been seen with a woman wearing a top hat. I saw her myself. But... she must be over a hundred years old. She's obviously using powerful magic to keep herself young. These murders... the answer has to be in here somewhere. I'm sure of it. And I will find it.    

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