“ THERE’S BLOOD, BUT NO BODY. ” their figures cut two severe slates into the light neutrals of this innocent girl’s apartment --- it’s all real, holo - less, her bookcase heavy with weight & printed books lining the shelves. to the left, a pretty girl smiles on a printed photo, her arms wrapped about her parents’ shoulders, proud & beaming. blood on her forehead, smearing the glass. blood splashing against all her pretty things, a rorschach blot fanning out in the shape of a nightmare, of a missing girl’s screams.
“ it doesn’t make sense. whoever was in here would have tripped off the scanners when he entered the building. no one with a STABLE HUE could do something like this & not set off every alarm here. & even if he did get past them ... how did he move her body ? the cameras would have picked up on it. or someone would have SEEN them. ”