The Wire

I have always struggled with my curiosity. Often, I find that it holds me back, whilst pushing me forward simultaneously. Living in Camden Town was both a blessing and a curse. This is because, although I gained knowledge by the bucket-load, there was still an awful lot to be curious about. But it was when I found that girl that my curiosity levels reached an all time high. She was dead, laying splayed out with a green mask on her face. Her skin was cold and her blue hair fanned out dramatically. On her neck, she had a barbed wire tattoo. The fluorescent gas mask had a nearly identical barbed wire sticker on it, too. And just minutes before I had seen her running through the streets.

When the police ruled her death accidental, I had to bring about the truth. I had to find out how she died, because I knew in my right mind that it sure as hell was not an accident.

I knew she had been murdered. I just didn't know how.