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My name is Carl, Carl Dowson. I'm one of the best detectives in the world, or at least that's what I've been called. In this case however, I have no idea what the hell is going on. Archaeologists found a cavern, ancient as the oldest society in the world. It was said the first society was filled with murder, as they believed the lifespan of others would be added to theirs. They travelled the world looking for people to kill. Of course, we believed this to be wrong, until now. The man detained in front of me looked totally harmless. He looked like he lost all the meat in his body, leaving only bones. Shaking in place and looking no more harmful than a lost puppy. But how would this guy with no name, no record in any country be stuck in a cavern that took archaeologists years to get to. I heard them murmuring about the first society. About lifespans. Is that even possible? How many would he have had to kill to live this long? Scratch that, I don't want the answer. "What's your name?" I asked, taking a seat in front of the person that possibly could be the greatest killer in history. "Does it matter?" He responded, his eyes piercing through me. "Fine. We'll get back to that. Where do you come from? How did you get in that cavern?" "My people did not stay in one place, sir. I was trapped in there." "How so?" He grinned "An Army set up a trap for us.' "And you got caught there alone? Unfortunate. Unrealistic." "When did I say that?" His smile grew brighter. I excused myself and went outside to call. As I expected, the famed archaeologist who made the discovery, Richard, did not find anything else in that cavern. No sign of other life. Opening the door, I called the man out. "You're a liar. There is no sign of any other source of life in there." He threw his head back, looking at the ceiling, straight to the light. "Where do you think food comes from when you're stuck in a cavern with a 100 people? The 50 corpses couldn't sustain us for more than a month." Realizing what he had said, I almost threw up in my place. "You ate each other?" "No, I killed and ate all of them." I crossed my arms, anger filling up my eyes. "So it is true. You're a monster, you killed them so you could live." "Of course I did, detective. But even that many people could only sustain my hunger and lifespan for so long." He lifted his hands up, the ones which were supposed to be tied up. He lifted his long hair away from his face. His black eyes froze me in place. Before I could scream, the world was black.
