[hr][hr][center][img]https://s3.postimg.org/50tlljshf/horrors_of_cove.png[/img][hr][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/362aaf494f6b73f80afc6af0edb92af5/tumblr_o0e3irAM6h1szlx2qo1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][/center][hr][hr]	Closer and closer, my dears, you are coming closer and closer to the first bit of the puzzle of Coventry. Allow me to tell you a little bit about the history of our fair city. There is a far more famous Coventry, located in England. Yet if our town's true story was to be known, then that tale of treachery and German bombs would seem to hardly matter. There is a darker story that dominates Coventry, on this day especially...Do you know that December 28th is the unluckiest day of the year, my dears? There's a reason for that. 

	In the lobby of the hotel, the gentleman with the suit and glasses will smile pleasantly back at Eudora. It is the same man she ran into outside, only he wasn't one of the agents who visited her shop in New Orleans. They belong to the same organization, but this agent is entirely oblivious as to who she is. "I don't believe we've had the pleasah," the man replies, sticking out a hand. "Did you need somethin'?" He smiles at Eudora a bit uneasily, but there is no recognition in his eyes. The only thing that is apparent is the thick Boston accent. 

	But at the front desk, Andromeda nods a bit, glancing at the photograph. It does look exactly like Valeska, and she frowns, as if this hasn't been the first time to see a coincidence like this. [color=9999ff]"It dates to around 1924,"[/color] Andromeda explained, [color=9999ff]"give or take a few years. I'm not sure who took this, or where, to be honest..."[/color] She paused for a moment, strumming her fingers on the desk. [color=9999ff]"It's possible we could figure out the photographer from the style, I've got my private collection up on the fifth."[/color] Andromeda then reached under her desk, and fished out a master key. She tossed it to Seraphina, and nodded at her. [color=9999ff]"Keep it--and the photograph, too."[/color]

	When Liam scans through the numbers, he'll notice that it's really just the same number. Just one person has been calling Aloise without response. The number is 011  44  788 123 4567, which Liam will recognize as a caller from England. He may suspect that the number belongs to Jade Cornish, the British devil-slayer who left the United States after the Altsoba massacre, but it isn't certain. Jade hasn't been in contact with Liam himself. The only way to know for sure who that number belongs to is to call it. Aloise's still in the shower, but she's an ex-marine. She won't be in there much longer. 

	Meanwhile, up on the seventh floor of the hotel, Emmie and Alex are lurking about. Neither of them has made an attempt yet to access the attic, but Alex is swaying back and forth. He's talking deliriously and stuttering at the same time somehow, going off about the boy he saw. But a moment later, he falls to the ground, staining the floor with blood. A bullet has imbedded itself in his chest, and from the relative silence of the shot, there was a silencer on the gun. When Emmie looks for the shooter, she won't see anyone--but she will notice a dumbwaiter behind her.