B l u e

Upon pulling up at the crime scene, I open my door. I race out to meet Sean on the other side.
I stopped him there, showing him a smile, and gave him a soft grip on the shoulder with a reassuring look.
I heard the medical examiner shuffling up to us, he was a lean Scottish male, that had brown eyes and rust-colored hair, he wore a typical lab coat over his hoodie and sweatpants, he - alike most people - favored comfy clothing rather than professional clothing while working.
"The victim was nearly burned alive when our witness found them, the victim however died shortly after writing something in a foreign language into their own skin using their nails. Our translator determined it was Icelandic, but you won't like the translation."