@blybrook PE was sitting in a drive thru, getting whatever their number one was. He wasn’t picky, and every drive thru restaurant had a number one. He rubbed his muzzle with a paw, deep in thought while he waited for his food. What the hell did that poem mean? He needed to get back to the office and see what he could dig up on grass in the area. None of the victims looked like they smoked pot, wrong kind of grass.
His radio crackled to life as he was taking his food from the person at the window. Another body. What the hell was going on in this city, and why the sudden uptick in murders?! This one was only a few miles from the drive thru restaurant, so
@blybrook PE ate his sandwich while driving.
Once the bear arrived at the scene, it was the same old song and dance. Alleyway, body dump. He took notes as he walked up to the body. The same chest stab wounds, the same defensive wounds to the hands. Another scrawl on the wall in blood: “Grass dies when separated from the One.” He kicked the dumpster in frustration, then crouched to look at
@LyceeFruit PE's body. The word “grass” was carved into her right forearm, but he noticed a small tattoo on her wrist. He looked closer and noticed it looked like this:
@LyceeFruit PE was the doctor.
Remaining players:
@ChebyshevII PE @Dothracki @Roarbark @txjennah PE @chart94 @DuranDuran @NikR_PE @tj_PE