Originally Posted by Gypsea Rose

(Here it is, hope this works)

No matter where he was transferred to, Dmitry Tsiolkovsky could not shake off the rumours that followed him. Some were silly little things such as claims he was a Russian spy but with his unusual allergy to sunlight and reflexes that would put a cat to shame, the rumours would often venture into the supernatural by paranoid criminals. But no matter the rumour, Dmitry always seemed to laugh them off and claim there was no such thing as the supernatural.

It wasn't as though his masters were centuries old and only drank the blood of virgins to keep themselves looking youthful. Well.. the humans didn't need to know the truth anyway, did they? That wasn't entirely true, a handful needed to know the truth though they were all sworn to secrecy.

With all but his most recent records deleted, Dmitry casually strolled into the local police department (wearing his best navy suit in order to make a good and 'normal' first impression) once the sun disappeared behind the buildings and signed in for his first day at work. As usual, he was asked to wait in the reception area for his new partner and so took a seat beside a man who had clearly had too much to drink - the fact he was having a one sided conversation with the potted plant beside him was the give away here.

Reclining back against the plastic chair, Dmitry stretched his long legs out in front of him and quite happily watched the others sat around him. Pale blue eyes first fell upon a middle class woman shouting the odds at a custody sergeant who was trying (in vain) to get her to sign some papers about her son currently in custody on drug related charges. Folding his arms lazily across his stomach, he continued to watch the scene until the sergeant stormed off to get his superior to deal with the woman.

Blonde head shook in amusement and he turned his attention back to the drunk sitting beside him who was now caressing one of the poor plants plastic leaves. If only all drunks were content to just sit and caress a leaf..

He had gotten the message on his phone earlier in the day about a new partner yet his captain knew he would not check that phone till he was to be going on duty. So it was not a surprise to her or half the squad room when he came storming out of the changing room with only his pants on and his dress shirt unbuttoned. “CAPTAIN!” his voice reverberated through the station as he went looking for her. His gray eyes seemed to blaze ice as he scanned the desks around him. She was nowhere to be seen.

Turning he stormed out towards the waiting area and the sergeant who would know where Captain Finnely had gone. Not that she would admit that she knew everything that happened in the precinct. Detective McFin, so new his badge still smelled like the factory, laid a hand on his arm to stall him. “Detective Andel she left for a meeting, she won’t be back till later.” He flinched when Sparrow tuned his cold eyes on him. “a partner is not…”

“If I had wanted a partner I would have asked for one.” He voice was clear in the waiting room. McFin seemed to shrink a few inches as he let go of Detective Sparrow Andel arm and slinked back into the squad room. Sparrow scanned the room and walked over to the drunk. “Reclin you know that the plant has duties of her own she has to do. I don’t think the marriage will be able to happen any time soon.” His voice was soft and compassionate, the ice gone completely from his manner. Gently he took the man’s hand from the plant and held it. “How about a nice cup of coffee and a nice warm bed to sleep in tonight?” While he talked to the drunk Reclin he did up his shirt one handed. One might think that it would be a hard task but he seemed to have mastered it. Gently lifting Reclin to his feet he lead him into the cells.

After a few moments he returned, now his dark black hair was pulled back into a braid that hit below his shoulders and he wore a dark blue jacket over his shirt. He did a quick scan of the room before approaching Dmitry Tsiolkovsky. “I am going to suppose you're my new partner? Detective Ragner Andel.” He held out his hand.

If Dmitry had a ruble for every time he'd been assigned a partner than claimed they didn't need a partner, well.. he'd had earnt a considerable amount over the course of his lifetime. While all the yelling and moaning was going on, the male observed quietly from where he was sat, taking in the man he assumed was to be his new partner. Over the years he'd learnt not to rely too heavily on first impressions, this encounter was going to be no different.

Eventually, a calmer detective walked over and addressed the drunk man still caressing the leaf. From what he heard and saw, it was clear this drunk was a frequent visitor and seemed to enjoy his visits. Blue eyes watched the drunk and detective until the door shut behind them, inwardly he was hoping he wouldn't be sat around much longer, though he did have patience by the bucket, sitting around in a police waiting room all evening was not something he planned on doing.

Sure enough, his prayers were answered and the detective from before (albeit a little more clothed and presentable) emerged once more and not only approached him, but also introduced himself.

"Yes, it would seem I am the partner you did not want." Though Dmitry did not seem to mind, he spoke with a smile and stood to shake the mans hand. "I am Dmitry Tsiolkovsky." Though his voice was still thick with his Russian accent, he spoke English almost perfectly. "I understand it is a mouthful, so I do not mind if you shorten it."

Ragner smiled, though it was not as warm and welcoming as it should have been. “it’s not that I don’t want You in particular it’s just that I don’t like being saddled with officers that have their own ways to run things and just don’t want to learn anything else.” Turning he walked back towards the Bull Pen as they called it. Other detectives looked over at them as they passed by the desks. A few gave Dmitry a look of pity and comradeship but none walked over to talk to them. “I get all the cases that the officers think are strange and I have found ways that I like to deal with them just don’t work completely by the book. So no offence to you but when the Captain gets back I will be having a talk with her about this.” He pointed to a empty desk acrossed from a desk covered in neat stacks of papers and tiny figurines. They were the kind you could find in Red Rose tea boxes.

“Have a seat Detective Dmitry ts…tis.” He sat down into his seat as he tried to remember how Dmitry’s last name was said. “if you don’t mind I am just going to call you Dmitry.” Shuffling a few papers around he turned as a young uniformed officer walked up and dropped a file on his desk.

“here’s another Ripper case for you.” Her voice was midrange for a female and sounded board. Turning she looked Dmitry up and down before smiling. “well aren’t you a cup of cool water.” Her voice had perked up.

That made a bit of sense, he supposed, it wasn't going to be a productive partnership if neither involved wanted to learn anything new. Saying nothing for the time being, Dmitry let his arms hang lazily at his sides and followed Ragner through the building and towards their office, only giving vague glances to those they passed. There would be time and place to introduce himself to others, but for now he just wanted to settle in and get to work.

Strolling past the desk covered in figurines and neat piles of paper work, he looked over his own bare desk before perching himself on the edge so as to give Ragner his full attention. "Why would I mind? It is my name afterall." He said, referring to what his new partner intended on calling him. "Is there anything in particular that you would like me to call you?" Always a good idea to get off on the right foot.

"By all means, talk to your captain when she returns, though it will get you nowhere." The male almost chuckled as he spoke. "You see, I am a.. specialist in strange cases. The reason I am here is simply because over the past few years the number of strange cases in this part of the world has increased inexplicably."

The bored female voice caught his attention and he turned his gaze from his partner to the female. He shot her a dashing smile though had no idea what she meant by 'cup of cool water', he wasn't up to date with all this modern slang.

"What is this Ripper?"

Ragner rasised his eyebrows at Dmitry when he spoke of talking to his captain and how he was a specalist in strange cases. He had never heard of a specalist in odd cases. "What makes you a specalist in this field? How dose one become a specalist?" He sounded skeptical about Dmitry clame to being a specalist.

"If you really think that we are going to stay partners longer then it takes for the captain to get back then you can call me Ragner, or Detective Ragner I really dont mind." Watching Dmitry he wounderd what he really was doing here as his partner. Was he a part of IA and looking in on him for not having a partner more then a week. If he was then what was he going to do when he found out that he was better at this job alone.

As officer Meggen set the new file down he looked away from Dmitry. Opening the file he scanned what little was written there, the location was bearly within his local jurisdiction. Who ever this killer was they were hunting in a torratory that did not move to far out side of his area so the cases kept ending up on his desk. "This ripper started killing three weeks ago, the papers picked it up when some fresh out of the acadamy gun shoe blabed. They call him the ripper because he tears his victums appart. I happend to catch the case after the third victum. We are up to six with this one and the one befor this one died three days ago. He is speading up."

"Many Europeans still believe in the supernatural, for many in rural areas it is still a part of their daily life." Dmitry didn't want to say too much just yet, he didn't want to frighten his new partner or even make himself seem 'weird'. "You become a specialist in this particular field when your able to tell the difference between what is real and what is not." With time, Ragner would understand what he meant but for now, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

Having listened and taken in everything he'd been told about this so called 'Ripper', he'd already compiled a list of possible suspects in his head but would wait until he'd seen more before deciding on an answer. "Do you have any ideas as to who or what this Ripper may be?" He wanted to hear what Ragner had to say, just to see how up to speed he really was with the supernatural.

"I would like to see the crime scene." Dmitry pushed himself away from the desk and stood up from the desk. "It will give us something to do while we wait for your captain to return." The smile returned and he took a step towards the door before stopping and looking back to the other, as if waiting to hear his answer.

“Well its good for those that have traditions to keep them up but this is now an age of reason and I don’t believe in the supernatural.”Ragner looked up from the file trying to read Dmitry’s face. When he realized that Dmitry believed what he was saying. “so what are you a PHD in European myths?”

“well for the way he treats the victims he does not care about being caught. He has no remorse about the deaths as well.” Pulling out a few other files that lay within the stacks he opened them up to the coroner’s reports. “And since there are no reports of animal DNA then he has to be killing with a weapon. If he was not then he has to be really strong to get some of these rips.” He tossed the files over to his partners’ desk as he sighed. There was no way this guy was going to be staying around so there really was true point in telling this man what he truly feared it was.

Years ago while on the beat he had chased down a perp and caught him in an ally way. At first he had thought the man was wearing a mask but then the guy charged him. As the shots rang out the face of the perp contorted and deformed as he died in mid leap. The courts found that he had been in the right for the shooting, as the man was hopped up on drugs. Yet still he had nightmares of the monsters face slowly flowing back into human features.

“Probably he is some mental guy off his meds or a drug addict having a bad trip.” He said off handedly as he stood. “only crime scene we have still is the new one and if you wont complain I can drive you.”

"You don't believe in the supernatural and yet you are quite happy to take on all these strange cases that no one else wants because they seem strange?"Dmitry took a step backwards and picked up the file that had just landed on his desk. "A PHD?" He chuckled at that and opened up the file. "Tell you what, if I can't help you find the person responsible tonight and someone else dies, I will get in touch with my superiors and ask that they send me somewhere else. You will never have to put up with me again."

No, Ragner was right, the killer didn't care about being caught and did not have a second thought about the killings. There were no reports of animal dna, though he wasn't expecting there to be. He did however, notice something else in the autopsy reports that helped him pick the culprit from his mental list and even gave him a good idea as to the sex of the culprit. Another smile appeared and he set the folder back down on his desk and looked towards the male.

"You think a drug addict having a bad trip is responsible for this?" Dmitry chuckled. "Here I was thinking your drug addicts would be as plant friendly as your drunks." Only one crime scene? That would do, he had already seen photographs of the others anyway. "Okay, lead on then, Detective Ragner."

“I never said that I was quite happy to take all these cases, I just happened have a really good closer rate with those odd cases.” Sighing Ragner waited for Dmitry to look through the files. How many times did he have to tell his captain that he did not want to deal with these cases. How many times had he told the others that he would do anything for a perfectly ordinary case of murder.

“you seem confident that you can find the killer in a matter of hours. Truthfully if you can figure out this case in one night I would give over all the strange cases to you and not care if I saw you.” He sounded releaved at the thought of others taking the case from him.

“I have seen drug addicts pull apart hand cuffs. If you get the right mix, or you might say wrong mix and a human can become a super human. There was a man who jumped almost two stories up when he was chased to a fence.” He shook his head at the thought of plant friendly drug addicts. “Frank is not your usual drunk, he has some Mental problems and so he keeps falling in love with our plants. I think I have had to tell him I would go to three different weddings with three different plants in our lobby. Each time he sobers up he has forgotten about the marriage plans.” Ragner said as he lead Dmitry to a simple four door sedan. It was a few years old and of a dark color.

"You seem to be more capable of closing these cases than anyone else in your department and that shows you have potential. Where would the fun be in handing all the strange cases to me?" Dmitry followed Ragner from the office and towards the main doors. "Don't you find the strange cases more interesting than the straight forward ones?" Perhaps it was just him? Supernatural entity's weren't everyones cup of tea, he supposed.

Hearing about the drug addicts and the man jumping two storeys into the air brought about a chuckle. Oh.. this detective had a lot to learn, didn't he? "Were the hand cuffs made of plastic and was the jumping man an Olympic athlete?" Now he wanted to pique Ragner's interest in the supernatural, to prove to him that every day occurances might not be every day occurances at all.

"Drunks usually do have mental problems, but marrying plants isn't going to cure him." Dmitry looked over the car they'd arrived at and stepped around to the passengers side. Placing his hand on the door handle, he stopped and looked at the other with a quizzical expression. "What sort of wedding gift would you give a man and his plant?"

"Just because I am capable of closing them dose not mean I like trying to deal with the strangeness of them all the time. I am not saying that I want to give up them all the way but I sill would like to have one of those mundane cases where I can turn around and point at the killer." walking he thought about what those mundane cases meant to work. Most of them were drug or gang related. each of those meant that he would have to watch is back, only once in the rare while did you get a simple murders. "yes they are more interesting but then you have to figure out how or why which never make sense."


Ragner looked back at Dmitry with a look of disbelieve. "your thinking that I would be using plastic cuffs and going on about how he broke it? I am not that dumb, if I was I would not have the closer rate that I do have." Dmitry's talk about how it could have been done made it seem like he thought that Ragner was a complete idiot. "No once he was off the drugs he could not jump that high, it was just the human body acting beyond its normal means. you do know that a grandmother can lift a truck off her grandchild if her body sends out the right chemicals?"

As they reached the car Ragner had to laugh at Dmitry's comment about Reclin and his wedding. "He has never gotten to the point of the marriage but if I were to bring him something for a wedding I think I would bring him a book of quotes. he seems to like many different authors so a book of quotes would give him something to enjoy and it could help his plants grow if he reads to it." climbing into the car he started the engine up. "now off to the new crime scene."

"What's so interesting about the mundane?" Dmitry's life had been anything but mundane, even while he was human his life hadn't been ordinary. Truth be told, he didn't really know what ordinary and mundane was, at least not to everyone elses standards. "Surely you have to figure out why and how with your mundane cases to? At least with a strange case you know the answer you come across will be anything but ordinary."

Looks like he'd struck a nerve there, hadn't he? "I am aware that the human body is capable of some amazing things, though I was only joking. Lighten up." First meetings with new partners never went smoothly and it was always best to test the waters before taking anything too far. For now, he dropped the subject and simply slid into the car and strapped himself in.

A book of quotes for the plant fondling drunk? That was an interesting choice of present. The idea of a book hadn't crossed his mind at all, all he seemed to think of were plant related products. "I think reading it would help him as much as it helped the plants." The male mused absently as he watched the scenery out of the window, watcing and waiting for the crime scene.

"I find that a mundane case is simpler, easier to solve then the odd ones." sighing he looked over a Dmitry and woundered what was up with this guy. why did he keep poking at him about the supernatural. Just because he had once put on a file that he thought it might be a werewolf had hunted him through the last few partners. he now wanted to leave it behind and did not want to have to deal with it again. "some times I know why some of these odd ones act they way they do in my gut but I cant put them onto paper, I dont like being stuck with that."

"Sorry I have just had enough with jokes about me seeing the supernatural around every cornor. I did not mean to attack you, I know your new to the office. I thik it may have just become my reaction to any one that seemed to be hinting about it." The car was clean and there was nothing personal about the car even though it looked like it was his personal car.

"It might be a good thing for him to read it. and I know that he would love to read it too." he found it interesting that Dmitry had asked about Reslin and what to get him if he did have the wedding. there was never going to be a wedding, Reslin never did stick to one plant for long enought for a wedding to be planned. maybe one day he would find a woman but for now they did not have to worry about being invited to a wedding.

"I suppose it's just me that likes the strange cases then." The idea of him becoming Ragners partner had been to train and teach him to handle the strange cases, as was increasingly the case, it was going to take him a while to win him over. It didn't matter though, Dmitry had all the time in the world afterall. "Well then, I'll put the strange things down on paper, it doesn't bother me."

Jokes about seeing the supernatural around every corner? It tickled him to think he wasn't aware of just what was sat next to him talking to him. "Well perhaps they're just jealous, you did solve a case nobody else in the department could even make a start on."

Folding his hands lazily across his stomach, Dmitry looked from the window to the driver he was talking to. "Perhaps he would appreciate the book before the wedding then, it might change his view on plants and his life."

"It must just be you who likes the strange cases." Ragner wondered how long he was going to have Dmitry around. Maybe this man was going to be a better partner then he had thought a partner could be. "I would not put the strange things onto paper or your going to be label as a crazy."

"I dont know about them being jealous but many of them have been cold to me since then." Waving his hand as if the sweep away the comments. "let us not talk about this any more. This case has me confused about what could be pulling them apart. there is no evidence in the wounds of anything human or other but still they were ripped up."

Glancing acrossed the passengers seat he sighed again. He had never thought of what could help Resiln other then to keep him off the booze. "I think it would be best if some one kept him sober before we tired to cure him. I think he would be fine if he stayed off the booze."

"I'm Russian, most people think we're crazy these days anyway." Besides, the files he solved wouldn't be going through the usual system, he answered to a higher and more secretive authority. "Most of it's down to the all vodka we drink, but that's how all good stories start, right?" Though he didn't live there anymore, Dmitry still liked to keep up to date with what was going on in his homeland.

"Just because there is no physical evidence of a human having inflicted the wounds doesn't mean we should rule them out." How was he going to explain his thoughts now without his new partner thinking he was crazy? Ragner didn't seem at all interested by the supernatural and knew very little about it. "You're not going to believe me but.. I have a strong feeling that a human is responsible for these killings. Well.. sort of."

Drinking was a normal part of the day in Russia and it was something he'd grown up around but it seemed as though his country was really the only one that could handle it without too many negative side effects. "With the book his mind would be off the drink."

Ragner laughed at Dmitry's comments about vodka and being crazy. "I guess that you could say that vodka could be blamed for good stories, but it is not the ending of them." smiling Ragner turned the car into a smaller street knowing that it was a good shortcut to where they needed to go. He wondered if he would need to get Dmitry a driver or would he try to learn the streets so he could drive on his own.

"Oh I never thought we should rule a human out, I am just saying that they must be using some sort of tool to be doing what they are doing." Looking over at Dmity he wondered if there was something he was hiding. "there are more things in heaven and earth then are we can dream of." Ragner said trying to let Dmitry know that he would at least try to believe what he had to say about the human they hunted.

"I wish that was true but it's not. There once was a good Samaritan that came and tried to help him off the drink and into a good life, she gave him a book but it did not keep him from the drink. I feel that if some one were to find a way to fix his mind..." he thought back to a time he had sat in the jail when Reclin was asleep and listened to him talking in his sleep. "To hide his dark past where it can not hurt him."

"You think so? You've obviously never been to Russia." Dmitry chuckled as he watched the scenery change around them as they pulled into a street smaller than the one they had been on. Were they getting close to the scene now? He hoped so, not that he wasn't enjoying the chat and ride, but he wanted to close this case to prove he was partner material.

"A tool? I suppose they are tools." The male held up his hands and wiggled his fingers as he said this. Ragner seemed to be giving him the chance to explain himself while keeping his mind open, so why not? "The person you are looking for is probably a Wendigo." Dmitry looked to Ragner as he spoke to watch the males reaction. "I'd say that a week or so before the killings started they were in an accident in a colder climate and as a last resort ate the flesh of a dead friend or stranger in order to survive." Unsure as to whether the other knew what a Wendigo was or even believed him, he continued. "There are quite a few of them reported in Siberia in the winter months and they usually leave nothing but skeletons, which would suggest this one was either disturbed by someone or by their own actions."

Dmitry had no idea as to what sort of dark secrets the plant loving drunk could be hiding and he had no real interest in finding out, Ragner seemed to have a good idea about what was needed so at least someone was looking out for him. "Sounds like he needs to see someone."

"No I have never been to Russia." turning the car onto another road that seemed not to be there he turned a few more times before pulling up in a courtyard of a building that looked more rundown then livable. "So you think that it is some one that has suffered a near death event where they were forced to eat a friend or loved one. Because of this they have now set out to kill what ever sets them off?" Raising an eyebrow he pursed his lips and looked out at the building. "and something is stopping them from fully consuming the flesh off the bones?"

Steeping out into the courtyard Ragner smiled. "I would send him to someone but I have not been able to get him to agree to going and I dont really have the money to pay for him to go as often as he needs." sighing he lead Dmitry into the building. the floors show the wear of many feet yet it was not abandoned as it looked form the outside. this building was a low rent building where all the rooms were separate homes. some of the rooms were as small as a kitchen where as others were large living areas. but none of them were more then one room. At the end of each hall there was a bathroom for the tenets of each floor. "The others in the office wont help and keep telling me I am mad to treat him the way I do."

"Well if you aren't a heavy drinker I wouldn't advise going. Not on your own anyway." Dmitry watched as they turned down a few more roads before finally coming to a stop in a courtyard in front of a building that looked as though it had seen better days. "The only thing that sets them off is hunger and it's all they'll know and feel until they die. The more they eat the hungrier they become and the only thing they'll eat is human flesh. It takes more than a few minutes to completely strip a body of flesh and organs, given the victims all had most of their flesh in tact, something either spooked them while they were eating or there's still a bit of humanity left and they are stopping themself."

Once they'd stopped, Dmitry unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car. Sliding his hands into his pockets he followed Ragner into the building and seemed impressed when they got inside. Inside was much nicer than outside. "You could always arrest him and have him sent to one of those hospitals. He'd get all the help he needed and it wouldn't cost you a penny." The male paused at each open doorway to peer inside the rooms, getting a feel for the place and noting there didn't seem to be anyone else around. "Do you have taxes in this country? Because I suppose if you do then you would still be paying for him." He said absently, poking his head around the bathroom door.

"I dont think I will be going to your motherlands but if I ever change my mind I will keep your advice in mind and find myself someone to go with." Ragner watched as Dmitry looked up at the building. Some times he wished that he could read the mind of others. He really wanted to know what Dmitry thought of the old building, and what he would think when they went inside and found that there were people still living there.

both he and other officers had tried to get the city to pull this building down. It was a death trap to all who lived in it, and any officer that was called out on a family feud. The city just told them it would be to much work and that it was not as dangerous as they were making it out to be.

"since none of these crime scenes have been called in right after the killings I would think that the killer is stopping them selves before they fully eat." as they walked by the doors they slammed shut if there was not a uniform asking questions of the occupants. Ragner tried to set them at ease with a smile but the people only moved that much quicker to slam the door.

"Even if I arrested him they could only hold him for twenty four hours before they had to let him go again. the only way they can hold him is if he is a threat to others or himself." he looked over at Dimtry. "and I dont know what it is like in your home country but here falling in love with plants is not considered to be a threat to self."

"Why not? There's more to Russia than just heavy drinking, it's home to some of the most beautiful landscapes and buildings too." The scenery hadn't changed much in his eyes, it was still as beautiful as it had been the first time he'd laid eyes upon it many, many years ago. A feeling of nostalgia washed over him for a brief moment, a smile upon his lips as he remembered a fond memory of his childhood.

"Unfortunately there are only two possible cures for treating this kind of.. condition." Dmitry said absently as he watched another door slam shut in his face. "The only reliable way to 'cure' them is to kill them." He had come into this building with an open mind, though he was increasingly disappointed with the rudeness of the residents. "The unreliable way of curing them is to force feed them until they are full, though it rarely works."

The male shook his head and finally turned back to Ragner. "But he is a threat to himself, there is nothing wrong with loving plants but poisoning yourself with alcohol to the point on wanting to marry them is dangerous. What happens if during one 'date' the plant turns him down?"

"Russia, Japan, Hawaii... I am not really interested in travailing anywhere. I know there are beautiful places around the world but this place here needs me more then I need to see the world beyond." He said as he watched the smile upon the face of his new partner. What are you thinking of that makes you smile this way I wounder.

"it is not my job to decide how to treat the ones I bring in. it is only my job to bring them in so that they are off the street." Ragner watched as Dmitry slowly seemed to become disappointed as they walked on deeper into the building towards the crime scene. "do not mind them, the cops come here so often that they no longer see us as a helping hand. they have become bitter and will not talk to us to save some one. when you come here never expect to have witnesses to the crime your called into for."

"As much as I would love to set him up in a Hospital so he could get better it is not my call." there was sadness in his eyes as he reached for a door covered in crime scene tape. "there is free will here in this country, I cant arrest him to save him." beyond the door was a scene of bloody carnage that had Ragner gasping and closing his eyes before he turned away from the room of red. it was not original red but now it was. Dmitry would know that there was more then two bodies worth of blood in the room. although there was only one body present.

"There's more to life than work, you know. What's the point in living if all you do is work?" Dmitry loved to travel and got to see many new places since taking on this new job many, many years ago. His last posting had him set up in rainy old England and it had changed considerably since his previous visit.

"I understand, I just thought you might like to know what might happen after we do bring them in." Well after they'd caught the culprit and filed all the paper work, Dmitry's mysterious superiors would take care of the rest. "That is a shame. Surely this building should have been torn down years ago? I've seen sturdier shanty huts."

Finally arriving at the scene, Dmitry watched Ragners responce to the scene before stepping into the door way to take everything in. So much blood, what a waste.. "All this blood.. were there two victims or are we thinking some of this is from our ripper?" He seemed unphased by the scene before him, in fact there seemed to be a moment where his eyes were fixed on the bloodied walls. "Did all the attacks happen inside?"