[b]Nov 1, 2017[/b] - the Serpent's Lair - [b]1:00pm[/b]

Mabel could never forget the day Benril Mangus died in her pub.

Ronan had just left and she was cleaning his table when it happened. Mangus stood up abruptly from his seat, his eyes wide-opened with horror. He tried to look down on his own neck as his left hand reached and felt for it. Then he panicked and started scratching on his throat frantically. 

[color=silver]"No, no, go away!"[/color] He screamed, catching the whole pub's attention as his nails clawed deep into his throat leaving behind deep blood marks. He looked so terrified that he stumbled back into his chair and fell down on the floor, yet he kept scratching on his throat with his hands. Mrs Mabel was shocked at the turn of events and she tried to rush to the poor man's aid, but as she approached blood started bursting out from Mangus's throat- his nails had cut through his own blood vessels. The man's body trembled rapidly and uncontrollably as blood flooded into his windpipe, choking him as he tried to say something. 

[color=silver]"..."[/color] 

[color=wheat]"What you mean?"[/color] Mrs Mabel asked, urgently. But there was no reply.
Benril Mangus had died, drowning in his own blood. 
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A new mystery had unveiled itself.