#1
[He had been watching the journal for a day or so now, curious by the handwriting that kept showing up. Conversations went on between people it seemed with various scratches and emphasis.]
Which one of you fucking assholes graffitied on the side of my bar? I swear to God, if I find you...
And fuck the police. They can't do shit. They can barely solve their own problems in their departments, let alone solve these random murders going on in the city.
Which one of you fucking assholes graffitied on the side of my bar? I swear to God, if I find you...
And fuck the police. They can't do shit. They can barely solve their own problems in their departments, let alone solve these random murders going on in the city.