At Police Station
Imani sat in his cubicle as he continued to pin down certain areas of murder cases. He lit another cigarette as he looked through the old case files. Some things were added up and others weren't.
"This doesn't make any sense..."
Drake rolled his chair to Imani's cubicle and dropped a file onto his desk. Imani grabbed it and looked through it.
"These are Etrana's old cases. She always wrote down about certain smells."
"Smell?"
"Yeah, she used to say something about a stench."
"Do you know what kind of smell?"
"No. She never described it to me."
"Well let's just look through the files some more then."
"Alrighty."
Drake rolled his chair back to his desk and went ahead to read more. Imani continued to look through. Until one particular case from Etrana's old file. Imani put out his cigarette and read the case. His eyes lit up as he stood up from his seat.
"Awh shit I found it!"
"You did!"
"Hell yes, baby!"
Drake stood up from his seat and came over to him. Imani showed him the file.
"She wrote it here! The smell of fresh spice and citrus but yet has a woody scent."
"But we would have to find what kind of scent that would be."
"We have to look at all of the colognes and dock it down."
"There are a lot but we can see which one would match really well?"
"Pretty much bitch! Or...I could ask someone that I know."
"Andd that is??" Drake raised his eyebrow up.
"Someone. But let's keep this with us for now."
"Alright."
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The sound of water dropping down from a loose pipe. In the hollow alleyway, a deep hum could be heard. It was quiet...too quiet. Yet the sound of footsteps could be heard as it echoed. The heavy panting could be heard as they continued to run. Yet the humming was growing louder.
They turned their head to look back but sadly they tripped. They fell on their face as they looked up to see a smiley mask from the distance. They crawled back as the smiley mask came closer.
"P-Please! Don't-"
Then it was pitch black. The man picked up the unconscious body before carrying it away.
Music could be heard as the victim was in and out of consciousness. When the victim looked up to see others locked in cages. They looked around in a panic to see the somewhat buffed man messing with tools on the table. The smiley-faced man turned around with a knife in his hand.
A deep chuckle can be heard as he looks at his victims.
"Oh? Are you awake? Good..very good."
He twirled the blade in his hand before walking toward the tied victim in a chair. He moved the blade close to the tied victim's chin and lifted it up. The victim let out a muffled cry as their eyes were glossy. Their lips trembled.
"Now..now. No need to cry. How about we play a game?'
The others who were locked up had shivers down their spines. The victim that was tied glanced over to the others before looking straight up at the masked man.
