Oliver sat on the ground infront of the couch in the apartment Kiera had helped him rent. He had his knees pressed up to his chest, and his chin pressed to the top of his knees. His arms were wrapped around his legs, and he stared at nothing in particular. The TV, along with all of the lights, were turned off, and the blinds were pulled shut. With a sigh, Oliver decided he ought to get up and drink some coffee. Only one problem, he didn't have any coffee.
Okay, so it wasn't really a big problem, considering he could just go to a cafe. Another sigh and Oliver was on his feet. He didn't bother putting on new clothes, he still got dressed every morning of course, but he did throw on some shoes. And with that, Oliver Daniel Reveille strode out of his ground floor apartment and down the main street.
Coffee hadn't helped.
Oli still felt the dread that followed him everywhere nowadays. He didn't want to go home, though. Instead, he decided to wander aimlessly through the City. His thoughts, more than once, were on his sister. Her smile as she teased him about something - anything.
The way her face looked when they found her. Lifeless. Pale. Dead. He didn't want to think about her, but damn near everything caused him to. They'd wandered these same streets together, many times. It always remined him of her.
The sound of sirens caught his ears, and Oliver followed them. He knew it was a bad idea, that when he saw what it was it would likely remind him of Kiera once more. However, if he was going to go through with his latest plan he needed to do his own... Investigation.
Being on foot made things more difficult, but the sirens sounded close. Closer now. The male rounded the next corner and found what he was looking for. The mayors office.
He couldn't see the body, a crowd had gathered.
One woman was already pushing her way through, and Oliver copied her quickly. He was a bit more rude about it, shoving hard and not caring whether they fell. He had to see this, to solve whatever riddle the killer was leaving. He had to find this man or woman before anyone else. The Police would only arrest him - life in prison. This psychopath deserved worse, and by Oliver's hand he would recieve it.
Finally, Oliver broke through the crowd, finally seeing the body that sent him into an instant flashback of the night they discovered Kiera.
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Misterio / SuspensoIt's been on National TV. The obsession of the local newspaper. Fear in every resident's heart that compels them to lock their doors at night and to keep the dog loose. To never stay out past eight, or dark. The first body they found was of a you...
