~Pearl to My Oyster~(WRIOLETTE FIC)

Chapter 53

      Neuvillette set the paper down, his mind swimming with conflict.

When? Where? Why? Who? How?

"Nibelung!"

He exclaimed, frustrated to no extent. Turning to the stack of paperwork, he sighed. Perhaps the documents he'd been neglecting these past few days really were important. Considering the amount of papers that had miraculously spawned themselves onto his work desk, it was highly ethical they could be related to the recent murders - no, massacre.

The Iudex picked up a manila file, labeled "EVIDENCE AND VICTIMS" in bold marker, all capital. Due to his years with his coworkers, he recognized the style to be Miss Loiselle's, a short, skinny woman with three kids at home. Her husband eloped with another woman after an encounter from a commission at the Adventurer's Guild, and to provide for her family, she joined the Marechaussee to help. He'd always harbored deep-rooted respect. Raising children was no simple task, he knew it now that he himself had a daughter, but she was working one of the toughest jobs in all of Fontaine. If she was the one who had organized the files, then she certainly would've left some sort of trail for him to catch onto.

Opening the folder, he skimmed through the contents. Despite the graphic depictions of the following gore, snapped straight from the scene itself, he didn't so much as flinch. Neuvillette had been in the crime department for over five hundred years, after all. He'd dealt with everything, from drug dealing to thieves, serial killers to assaulters. 

Only thing that kept setting him off the bar was that none of the victims had anything in common. There didn't seem to be any motive behind the kills. They were different genders, obviously, different hair colors, ethnicities, and ages. It was as if the killer had walked into a club and pointed at a handful of people, and decided to brutally end them short.