I remember his name. Dunning.
He's been dead for a while.
Are you alright?
No signs of decay on the body. Blunt force trauma to the back of the head ... and no signs of struggle before death.
Something feels off about this scene...
Are you in pain?
...It's nothing. Just an old injury.
The blood trail along the way isn't the victim's. This isn't the crime scene.
Char and Philip ambushed him, then dumped the body in the wilderness to obstruct the investigation.
The wound has been treated, not a trace of blood. Only a Vampire could manage that.
...Once again, I was too late.
It stings sometimes when I overuse Arts, get worked up ... or come into contact with certain types of blood.
Struck his own from the back ... utterly despicable.
Endmin, can you contact Druan?
It's those closest to you who cut the deepest. And once the trust is gone ... it never comes back.
We can't let Char escape. I'm heading to the United Parking Lot first.
This is no coincidence ... along with that visitor log. It's definitely Char's ... that bastard...
I've been through this kind of betrayal before. And now, I smell it again.
The dead deserve respect, not desecration.