My name is Reo Sitara and this is the story of how the world ended.

It all started with her. Her body, her dead lifeless body. Her blood pooled down the walkways of a back alley. You can still hear all the noises of the night-lit city, yet they still seem so faint. She laid there on her stomach pressed deep into the cement while she bathed and soaked in her own blood. “Investigator Reo, you need to this”. My ears twitch with the ring of that voice, his voice. “Oh? What is it? Chief Elliot?”. Elliot, he’s your stereotypical rich boy; tall, blonde, snarky, stubborn, arrogant, obtuse, and of course, mesmerizingly handsome. I don’t even understand why he even works, but it’s whatever, I guess it’s really none of my business. I approach Elliot to find out what he wants. “What do you see here?”, he says pointing to a pool of blood. I lean in close, the smell is putrid with maggots crawling and grasping for life. This is where she started to die. However maggots indicate that she’s been dead for a while. I get up from the blood and rush to the body without saying a word. I quickly throw on my gloves and slowly rotate her body. The image would have made any regular person gag. Her jaw broken, nearly severed with most of her teeth gone. Her stomach and abdomen wide open, however, her organs were grossly misplaced, her intestines spewing out of her throat and mouth, her lungs plunged deep into her hip region, her fingers almost all broken with most of the nails severed off. What the hell happened here? “Call the medics, I need an examination and DNA samples stat!”. Elliot approaches my side, “so, what do you think happened here?”. I gave Elliot a side glance and sighed, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”. “Try me”, he says with a smirk. “This girl isn’t human, those DNA samples will come back unidentifiable as will the cause of death. She was either born dead or she managed to tear open her own stomach and misplace her organs.” Elliot had this serious look, followed by a burst of laughter. “I know you’ve never been wrong, but that literally sounds insane.” I gave him a stone cold glare and started to walk away to my car, I turn back to give him my final remark. “We work for the dead Elliot, we are all already insane.”. He knows I’m right, he trusts me, and I him. I haven’t known Elliot for long, but I trust him like I’ve known him all my life.

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