*TRIGGER WARNING - BLOOD & MENTIONS OF SELF INJURY*
Nat swiped the key-card, unlocking Brock's hotel room. It was surprisingly clean, considering the state of his apartment back in SF.
She walked through the room's entrance, and went straight to the kitchenette. The best way to build a profile on a stranger was to look at the contents of their trash. Three empty bags of frozen Tater Tots, and a handful of chocolate bar wrappers. She cringed. How was this guy still alive?
Heading into the living room, she found nothing. It was as if he had yet to step into the room itself. The bedroom, however, was a completely different story. The sheets were barely hanging onto the bed. The curtains were still drawn closed. There were clothes strewn across the floor, like he had thrown them there, and hadn't bothered to pick them up again. But what made Nat shiver, was the spider web crack in the mirrored closet door, and the blood specks splashed across the shattered pieces.
Even with what she had found, she still felt as if she had yet to find the worst part of Eddie Brock.
She walked into the bathroom, and her eyes instantly went to what she had been looking for. The bloody razor blade on the tiled floor, next to the toilet.
Pulling a small vial out of her pocket, she carefully dabbed the blade, picking up some of the blood on the swab. The swab went back into the vial, and she screwed the lid on tight. It made her feel sick.
This poor man.
She set up the cameras and fled the room as quickly as she had gotten in.
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