The rusty smell of dried blood rushed into his nostrils as he entered the room. Light flushed onto the room as he turned his head and pushed the switch on the wall, trying to stop his hand from trembling. He took a deep breathe in, choking as he inhaled the stomach-wrenching smell in the process. He prepared himself for whatever he was about to see, remembering to not let it affect his clarity of thoughts.

Pang.

The grotesque image hit him hard and squeezed his breathe out. A woman's body lay on the floor, limbs twisted in ways unthinkable. Her pale blue eyes were devoid of any life in them, as they stared in horror into blank air. Her mouth was stretched out widely, as though she was screaming till the moment her breath left her. Blood surrounded her body; gushes evident throughout her flawless, white skin. It would be a perfect cover for some gothic magazine, except for the fact that the whole image wasn't just a set-up; it was very true in every way. He immediately turned his face around, facing away from the corpse after taking in the details of her death. His face turned a sickish green as he struggled with the puke attempting to flow up his oesophagus and out of his mouth. He rushed out of the room towards a window and took in the fresh air, trying to calm his body down.

This is going to be a very tough case...one where I would never wish I'd have to crack.

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