@eli vogel
The snow littered the ground outside the secured Vasile mansion. A lone courier covered in head to toe carried the package under their arm. It drips a curious trail of red spots on the white snow in route to the front door. In perfect penmanship the name is listed on the package itself in feminine cursive handwriting. ’ELI VOGEL’. The guards have swarmed the front of the mansion, and there was little wiggle room for the courier to make their escape. Instead they clicked out the switchblade from their pocket and slit their own throat. Two coins fell from their free hand onto the package. An eerie chime accompanied with an unsettled gurgle. CRIMSON SPRAYED over the neatly carbon wrapped package. The liquid seeped into the floorboards of the porch, as the body dropped to the ground. The courier as one may expect had nothing on them. The package itself had no outside concern, however when the front flaps are pulled apart the ODOR SIFTS THROUGH FIRST. Salt and pepper locks were tainted with the fresh layer of ichor. Duct tape neatly wrapped around the eyes of the cadaver’s head. Removing the dark tape just below the brows would expose the gaping holes where the man’s eyes should be. The coins left at the bottom of the box were indicative of a simple message: that this CORPSE WOULD NOT PASS over in to the afterlife. In old legend, this soul would be trapped FOREVER in the bowels of purgatory. The last thing had been duct taped to the back of the head was a container that contained what looked to be a burner phone. The phone once extracted would hold the key to whose head this was. If there were any doubts, the video shows one INGRID VASILE pulling the trigger over a knelt DIMITRI VASILE. As for the rest of the body parts? The dead are no longer alive to whisper their tales.