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The detective had seen a lot of crime scenes, but they'd never seen anything quite as disturbing as this; a whole family bound together, expressions of shock on their faces, sharp arrows protruding from their bloodied stomachs.


On the wall facing them, someone had rigged up several atomised crossbows which seemed to have fired as a timer counted down to zero.


Or an egg timer filled up with ashes.


He couldn't resist the idea of ash, so he burned a stick and snorted the ash. Mmmm.


The flames dropped to the floor and instead of dying out, they grew until he was consumed by fire. The flames felt great, yet he didn't realise he was burning, dying.


Ah, fuck it, he thought. I'm hungry, his burning flesh reminding him of grilled cheese sandwich.



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