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This wasn't an ordinary murder

     As the police officer uncovered the body, she knew this was no ordinary murder. The way the body looked drawn up and dry like it'd been weeks since the date of death, despite the body being only a day old told her it had to be some sicko at the least, but more likely, some supernatural entity had killed this young man.

    She recovered the body, deciding that forensics could handle the body, and she could give her two cents if asked. She wasn't a detective, after all.

    However, she could still investigate the murder. That was her job as a police officer, after all. 

    She wrote her report, then went back to the station. At the station, she started her research. She looked up anything she could think of that could have done this to the victim.

    She researched all manner of cannibalistic monsters. She was there for so long, the shift change happened around her, catching her off guard

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