[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Abandoned House[/center][hr][hr]
Harry carefully stepped through the house. When he was walking through the forest towards an unknown danger, he had a stride full of confidence. Yet here, where the most danger he was in was a simple fall, he walked as if he had to cross a barely frozen lake top. However, despite all of these cautions, suddenly he felt the ground give way from underneath his right foot, until his hip and arms hit the floor, preventing any further drop.

Immediately, he couldn't see his leg, but there was a pain the beyond the initial impact in his arms and hip, and there was heat that ran down his leg. With a bit of effort, his other leg found a foothold on the wall. With a bit of effort, Harry was able to push himself up and out of the newly created hole. Luckily enough, his pants remained intact; however, there was a ragged gash on his calf that ran red. He didn't have the time or supplies to properly clean it right at that moment, and it didn't seem that bad, but he couldn't just leave it to bleed all over his sock. Hastily, he removed his tie, and used it as a makeshift bandage for the wound. As he rose from where he'd been seated, he noticed the box.

So it seemed that this house wasn't entirely abandoned. Perhaps whoever was behind these crimes were using the house as a base. If nobody visited, they could plan as they pleased. He was almost about to start writing down notes when he heard the cars up front. Harry stacked all the photographs together and tucked them into his front jacket pocket before he went over to a nearby window to investigate. They weren't police cars, so they were either perpetrators/accessories, or nosy kids. Miranda's exit lent credence to the latter theory, but he couldn't be sure, for the time being he'd try to stay out of sight and observe what they did.