[color=fff200]"Well, ghost [i]would[/i] be more accurate..."[/color] he responded as seriously as he could manage. He knew that Alex was mocking him, but he refused to stoop to this guy's level. It was better to act oblivious, he figured, than to engage in petty arguments. Especially when those arguments involved opponents with little sense and even less knowledge. Remaining hostile could only hinder his research. Ignorant as he seemed though, this Alex character had managed to pose a half-decent theory. "Ghost" was a relatively large category, but from what little he knew, such an apparition would make a believable suspect. There was just one problem...

[color=fff200]"Except, of course, 'ghosts' are generally intangible. Possession, maybe..."[/color] he began mumbling to himself as he stepped closer to the body. Blue-Suit had conveniently gone to join his friends in their work, evidently expecting that his conversation with Alex would distract him from his curiosity. Foolish man, that one. The cops filed inside, unable to move the body before the arrival of the coroner but eager to continue the investigation. Trevor couldn't help but smile at the opportunity, ignoring Alex now as he moved in closer.

That smile would not remain for long. What could only be the body of the deceased could barely be described as such. It was so twisted and mangled. The only identifiable part was the face... well, half of it at any rate. The other half had been scraped...no... clawed away. So deep were the wounds that nearly half of the skull was visible. It was a truly disgusting sight. Claw marks were evident across the entire abdomen, shredded cloth from what had once been a shirt was strewn about the scene, and what was left of his arms appeared charred and deformed. [color=fff200]"Strange..." [/color] Circling around, Trevor found that the legs were mostly intact. That fact alone was very weird. What could mutilate the upper body to such an extent but leave the lower untouched?

Whatever it was, the wounds were definitely not self-inflicted. Trevor looked grimly upon the body. Part of him knew that he should be disgusted by the sight, but he wasn't normal. Perhaps to shield itself, his mind went immediately to his work. [color=fff200]"Definitely not possession, that wouldn't explain the burns. A poltergeist perhaps? No..." [/color]