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The next few days have all been a blur. After being arrested, Matt was forced downstairs and promptly into the officer’s car. The ride was short, but with the uncomfortable cuffs binding his hands, made it feel like forever. Matt was surprised that he was focusing on something else instead of the horror he witnessed prior. That feeling only last for a few moments as he was reminded what happened. How could his finger have gone through his uncle’s arm so easily? Even more confusing, why did it keep it’s form? His trail of deep thought was interrupted once the cop pulled him out of the car and pushed him towards the station. Light rain fall has started and it wasn’t long before both the officer and Matt were damp before reaching the front doors. Gaining multiple looks of suspicion and distain, he was walked down to the cell section of the police station. Roughly pushed into his minuscule cell, the rusty clank of the metal closing behind echoed throughout the section of the police station. Feeling as if there’s nothing to do nor worth attempting, Matt laid down on the stiff bed in the corner. Although took much longer than on his makeshift bed of books and cloths, finally fell asleep. When he woke up, found himself leaning on a cold table. With head faced down, he finally opened his eyes and noticed he was sitting on a wooden chair. Raising his head, saw that the table was barren along with the room. Matt looked around and found the door. While attempting to get up and head towards the exit, felt something tug at his wrist. Suddenly, realized was retrained to the wooden chair by a pair of cuffs. Must have been dragged out and put in here while he was asleep... Was it because they thought he was dangerous and the person responsible for the murder? “Hello? Anyone listening?”, asked Matt confused. His question wasn’t long lingered, for the door he making his way to earlier opened. A tall and hefty man walked in with a notepad. Avoiding any glance at Matt, he walked and halted in place at the other side of the table. “Sit, now” said him in an oddly familiar voice. Perhaps was one of the officers talking downstairs at the time of his arrest. Matt slowly seated himself and waited for what he knew would come next: the interrogation… Question after question and unsatisfied response after response, the interrogator kept increasing in frustration. “Did you kill him?” the officer asked coldly. “No, would never have done such”, Matt responded honestly. “Then why where you in his house?”, the officer replied. “Because, he was my uncle and I lived there”, he stated back. Burrowing his eyebrows, the cop asked if Matt could explain the whole story to him. He did such and didn’t leave out a single detail… Besides what he saw in front of the broken window and in the woods. Although the officer seemed bit annoyed at certain parts, especially where Matt disregarded the police tape and locked the door, he did seem fairly understanding of others. Two hours later once all the other questions had been gone over and rather tedious paperwork, Matt was finally allowed to leave. It was clearly stated to him by the interrogator and few higher ranking officers that he will be constantly watched. Not sure exactly what they meant by that nor the extent they would actually watch him, Matt simply acknowledge their comments and made his way towards the front of the station. However, as he nearly reached the doors, noticed someone hauling an autopsy cart down the other hallway. For whatever reason, Matt decided to casually follow the morgue director down the hallway and towards his workplace. Avoiding all other officers and simply responding with, “I was asked back for additional questions”, for those that asked where he was going: Matt finally reached the morgue. Being careful not to draw attention to himself, he followed in and tried to avoid any creation of noise. Without realizing it, the morgue director started his way back into the police station’s lobby… At the last second, only due to the subtle noise emitted from the director accidentally tripping on his untied shoe. Matt quickly went down the small side hallway where the autopsy cleaning tools were kept. After hearing the director exit by another accidental trip much further away, he knew it was safe. Exiting the small hallway, he made his way to the morgue itself. Carefully opening the metallic door, he found himself in a moderate sized room. Everything was completely clean and there was nothing else in the room… besides his uncle’s body on the table, covered. Nothing has changed since the last time he saw his uncle. The skin was still pale white and the hole he poked into his uncle’s arm was still there. Matt approached the body and inspected the uncovered part. The upper torso, arms, and head didn’t appear to have any indications of what may have caused his death. That was until he checked the side of his neck. Two holes, skin around them even paler than the body, were on where Matt assumed the jugular to be. Not sure what any of this meant, he saw something at the bottom of the examination table near the feet. Picking it up, he found out it was a report of what appeared to have happened at the scene and initial inspection of the body. There were multiple blank pages underneath, assuming that the rest would be filled out after the autopsy. Scanning over what has been written, saw a comment made by the morgue directer on scene. “Appears as if all the blood was drained through the neck. Whatever person did such must have also been involved in similar cases across our region in past four months. Although can’t be certain as of yet, the tool used to extract the blood seems similar to the one used on other victims.” Matt didn’t recall seeing the morgue director at his old home, guessed that the director was in the ambulance when he was arrested. Not sure what to make of the notes he discovered, Matt’s body tensed up once he heard the door open behind him. Turning out, he saw… Nothing? “Guess I wasn’t the only one that thought checking the body was a good idea”, said someone from the other side of the room. Turning around once more, he saw a dark figure in the corner, looking at him with red eyes.
