Shadowfal police department
Audio file 1-3
Recovered evidence from crime scene
Case 3210
Investigator, Detective Joseph Roberts
Recording one
I’m recording this because I don’t know what else to do. I
have been drugged and am wondering the streets like a madman as I get lost
deeper and deeper into the city. Before the drugs kick in I will try to recall
what happened.
I was
walking home and I took a shortcut through an alley. Thinking back I wish I
just walked the extra ten minutes it would have taken. As I’m walking I see two
men stuff another man into a trunk. I’m not proud to say I ran. My name is
Raymond smith, I’m a bank manager, not a police officer or someone that likes
to play hero. So I panicked and ran, but I was too loud in my retreat and the thugs
rushed down the alley after me. I ran as fast as I could as my heart pushed my
blood through my body faster than it ever has in my entire life. I got winded
so quickly and the thugs caught up with me.
I don’t
remember what happened next. They must have knocked me out. I woke up in a
chair, tied to a chair. And this guy in a suit injected me with something. Told
me it would help me relax. I think he needed to see what I knew. I wasn’t about
to stay there so they could get the info then dispose of me. Uh. So I was in
the chair. I’m getting dizzy I need to rest.
Recording
two
I escaped the chair, the ropes were loose or something. So I
ran for it as soon as I saw an opening. The two thugs chase me. One of them
wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, the other had on a sports jacket over a
red t-shirt. Like a sports jacket would make either of those two goons look
professional. This time I was gone before they could catch up. So I began
walking the city. it doesn’t seem familiar to me. I admit I never traveled down
every street of Lakecity, but still this whole place seems foreign to me. Maybe
it was the injection, I don’t know what was in it. I could be insane for all I
know. I don’t even know if this is going to sound like actual English when I
play it back. I don’t even remember why I have this recorder. Was it to keep
track of good ideas that I had? Did I ever even have a good idea? Damn, my head
hurts.
Recording
three
I have been walking around for what seems like hours, this
must be a different city. The street signs and buildings look so strange. No
matter how far I travel, nothing seems the same. I tried asking for directions
but people seem afraid of me. My suit is torn, but otherwise I don’t know what
they are so afraid of. I am a nice guy. People like me, I think. How did I get
in the park? Its night and I am in a park. Seem to be carrying a crowbar. I
don’t know where I got a crowbar. Wait, I see those guys. Those thugs. They are
still searching for me. I’m going to show them, I will show them I am stronger
than I look. I’m going to get back to my bank and manage it forever. I will
lead a glorious life in my bank. Linda my boss will be so proud that I beat up
two thugs. Maybe I will bring her an ear back. She can keep it on her desk.
Linda likes ears, maybe? Chocolate. Not ears.
End of Recordings
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