Six months ago, you were just Detective Jones. Six months ago, your major concerns were climbing the ladder in the notoriously insular 69th precinct. Six months ago was before the warehouse. Before you met Carver.


“I’ve got one more task for you.”

That’s what Carver told you—one more case to take care of, then you were as good as in. As you double-check the address and turn down a narrow street, you find yourself thinking back to the events of the last few weeks.

You stop your car in front of the address, pulling up
next to one of the patrol cars already on the scene. You've seen some weird shit in your time on the streets, but to suddenly and violently learn the truth about what hides in the darkness was almost enough to drive you nuts. Almost.

The area around the crime scene is a busy, bustling street, with several civilians pressing in, trying to gawk at the crime scene. The police have taped off both ends of a short alley, and a beat cop stands watch over an open service entrance to one of the buildings.

Just inside the door is the body of what appears to be a homeless man. His eyes and the skin on his face have been removed, and the body is surrounded by occult markings that appear to be drawn in blood, presumably his own.

There's a uniform standing next to you, droning on, but all you can hear is the rushing of your own blood.
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:31, Fri 09 Aug 2019.

In reply to Tortuga (msg # 1):

Jesus Christ. What the hell happened here?

“Okay. I’ll take it from here. You can get a cup of coffee or something...take your mind off this.”

Okay. So this definitely isn’t the work of a gang anything. But who would do something so terrible to this poor person?

Ducking under the tape, I enter into the scene, trying to avoid the markings and blood splattered on the wall. “Wait. Is there a forensic team coming in?”

In reply to Marlon (msg # 2):

The uniform nods, lets out a heavy sigh, and turns to go. Before he does, he turns and hands over a manilla folder.

"Yea, you just missed em. Said to leave these notes for ya. They uh... they didn't want to stay.”

With that, the beat cop steps out of the lobby, and slams the door closed, leaving you trapped in the miasma.

(If you'd like, you can make an Investigation check)

In reply to Tortuga (msg # 3):

Alone. In this dark, bloody room. Few things could be more appetizing.

Thumbing through the manilla folder the forensics team left, I stop at a picture of the markings on the wall. Slowly guiding my eyes up the floor, onto the wall, I tilt my head quizzically.

“Sigh Well I guess someone’s gotta take a look.”


Larissa investigates, rolling 3 times and getting 5 successes.

In reply to Marlon (msg # 4):

Here's what you learn:

The victim’s fingerprints have already been sent to the station, and quickly come back with a positive match. His name is Jessie Cabrera; he’s 62 and has been picked up for vagrancy several times in Harlem. This scene places him a long way from his usual haunts.

The medical examiner’s initial opinion is that the victim was still alive when mutilated. There don’t appear to be any signs of a struggle, and he suspects the
man went into shock from the pain and died from the blood loss.

The soles of his feet have been bloodied, bruised, and dulled, almost as if he walked here for several miles.

The runes on the floor and walls are of an obvious occult nature.

(You can use an Occult roll to try and identify the symbols, You can make a Streetwise roll to see if you know anything useful information, etc.)