[Don't Starve] The Killer of 492 Woodrow Street

The Night of the Party

It was the evening of 14 April, 1917, and it was currently pouring rain. Water pooled in the crowded London streets and soaked the clothes of the passerby that were unlucky enough to have been caught without their umbrellas. One of these people was Detective Wilson Percival Higgsbury, and the rain seemed to be giving him the worst of it all as he ran down the streets, desperately trying to escape the downpour.

"Excuse me! Sorry!" He called out as he bumped into some of the disgruntled passers-by nearest him. A few people grumbled to themselves and some even shoved him back, but he kept on going. He was on his way back to the house he shared with his twin sister Willow and was supposed to be back nearly twenty minutes ago. The two were supposed to be getting ready for a party at a friend of Wilson's place, Warren "Woodie" Marchand. Woodie and Wilson had attended the same university and became good friends, but after they graduated, Woodie married a lovely woman named Lucy. Sometime between graduation and Woodie's marriage, the two began to drift apart. Wilson was grateful that Marchand had remembered him in deciding who'd come to the party and didn't want to be late for this at all, but despite this, he'd somehow managed to stay a little too late at the office. Now here he was, sprinting down the streets of London like his life depended on it, trying his best to get to his home at the edge of town and get ready on time.

Soon enough, the concrete sidewalks of London faded into dirt, and Wilson knew he was close. He hauled himself through a patch of trees, nearly colliding with a few thick branches, and after a bit of tripping and stumbling he came across the dwelling. It was a modest house, just big enough for him and his sister, and there always seemed to be a fire burning in the fireplace. That was the work of Willow, who had a strange love for fire and insisted that they kept one burning as often as possible. As much as this made Wilson feel paranoid that their house would burn down, he liked seeing her happy, so he tried not to argue about it too much. He would probably lose any argument he'd try to start with her, anyway, because she really knew how to debate with someone. It was alright, though; arguments stressed him out, anyway.

The soaked man approached the door to the house and knocked.

"Willow? I'm home." He called through the closed door, and a second later it flung open.

"Wilson!" His sister gasped and her slate grey eyes widened. She resembled him a great deal, their only real differences in appearance being body shape and hair style. Willow was curvier than him and had longer hair that she usually wore in low pigtails. They hung over her shoulders and fell down to her waist like streams of black ink. This paired with her soft, feminine facial features made her quite an attractive woman, and Wilson occasionally wondered if they were actually related. Today she wore a red dress with slightly exaggerated shoulders, no doubt for Woodie's party. She must have gotten ready ahead of time, and she didn't look too happy that he wasn't here to get ready with her. "You're soaking wet! Get inside right now!" She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the house before the detective could make a move.

"Well, hello to you, too, dear sister." Wilson kicked the door shut behind them.

"Why didn't you bring an umbrella out? Goodness gracious, you're soaked to the bone! I love you, Wilson, but come on!" Willow sighed. "You stay here while I get a towel, and when I get back, you'd better have a good excuse for why you were out almost twenty-five minutes longer than you should have been." She hurriedly left the room and returned in mere seconds with a soft blue towel. She tossed it to him gingerly and he began to dry his hair off as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Well? She raised an eyebrow at him, her grey eyes piercing him. "Why are you home so late? You want to go to this party, don't you?"

"Yes, I do, but I got caught up at the agency again. My apologies." Wilson replied, shaking out his hair and drying off his body now.