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[center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c6/Adam_Brothers_Adelphi.jpg]Adelphi[/url] --> The Strand

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	Thalken travelled through the Adelphi area by means of its network of dark alleyways. His familiarity with them, coupled with the lessened congestion they provided made it a useful shortcut. Granted, most people avoided the dark recesses of the city such as those, as it's where crime abounds. But Thalken wasn't like most people. He had dealt with the darkness of this world long enough to no longer be afraid of it. In fact, sometimes the light was scarier to him. 

	He travelled through the alleyways as quickly as possible. Sure, he was brave enough to use them as a shortcut, but he wasn't dumb enough to linger in them for longer than necessary. One was just asking for trouble by lingering. He eventually was forced back into the open to cross over the main road in which Adelphi was named for. From the docks to the Strand, the area progressively changed from richer to poorer, titled to middle class. A couple more streets down he found himself in the main lower end.  

	He mentally recalled the layout of the bodies and how those corresponded with the layout of London. The point at which the pool of blood was placed puts it in the Strand a few blocks down from the Glimmeric. He was unfortunately familiar with London's premiere brothel, not because he used it for its intended purpose, by any means. No, his father invested money into the brothel, in return for getting to use it as a designated meeting place for his underworld dealings. On a few separate occasions, Thalken had dealt with the owner Frances, regarding business matters. 

	Thalken slipped into an alleyway that he knew would lead him to the spot in which he was looking for. He did not know what he was going to find, if there was going to be a body or if the murder had yet to take place. For all he knew, the murderer could be in that very spot waiting for the first person to put the puzzle together. He was prepared for anything, his hand already going for one of his knives. He halted in the cover of the shadows when he heard people up ahead. From where he was hidden, he could see down the alleyway to where a crowd was forming around a body. So, it would seem that the murder had already taken place.
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Westminster Hospital 
[b][color=DC143C]Mood Music:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZVrWtRF5RQ]"Hold On For Your Life" by Sam Tinnesz[/url]

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	Fyror watched as Dr. Graham pulled out a file. His eyes followed its descent to the table before flitting back up to the doctor. His heart beat a little faster at the man's grim words, but he nevertheless gave a slight nod of his head in understanding. His gaze went back down to the file. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the worst, as he gingerly reached out for the dreaded file. And yet, nothing could have truly prepared him for this.

	It was worse than he could have possibly imagined, the agony this woman was put through--and what Millicent was to endure. The further he delved into the information the worse the horrors got. There was a mixture of thoughts and emotions running through him right then. He felt sick to his stomach. He felt his blood run cold and his heart clench inside his his chest. And yet there was also a white hot sense of outrage that was quickly simmering to the surface. When he got to the part about the sexual abuse, he found that he couldn't take reading it any longer. In a manner uncharacteristic of him, he basically slammed the file down on the table and abruptly stood up from his chair. His face was pain stricken, and there was a clear tenseness about him.

	Fyror ran a hand over his face, pacing slightly in the small room. He looked back over at Dr. Graham when the man spoke up once more. One of the man's last statements, regarding this information being known by those high up, ripped emotion out of him, but not of the more pleasant kind. A fieriness came to his eyes that was really only reserved for injustice such as this. [color=DC143C]"They know about this but don't do anything?! And for what, to protect their honor?! There is a lot less honor in letting innocent women die to just keep their secrets hidden!"[/color] he interjected with a passionate righteous anger. [color=DC143C]"People wish to think that the Soulless are the scourge of the earth, but mankind has killed far more."[/color]

	He paced a bit more, his face tense, which only made his rugged appearance that much more severe. What could he do? Kill the man as Dr. Graham suggested? No, that would be obstruction of justice. There had to be some way of solving this matter without unnecessary bloodshed, but what? [color=DC143C]"What about the Banns?"[/color] he suggested, stopping his pacing to look over at the doctor.