It took a minute for the stunned Sonya to register what was said to her, and a minute more before her body was able to act. She gave a quick nod, body still weak and heart heavy. Sure this was part of the job, but Sonya had never seen the bodies in person - just pictures pinned to walls and strewn out on desks. In real life, everything was entirely different. But there was work to be done! And if anything was going to take her mind off of this tragedy, it would be burying herself in the puzzle. Deciding it best not to pass through the crime scene, Sonya dug her phone out of her pocket and called in the crime. As the phone was ringing, she tried to decide how best to break the news to the department. He was one of theirs, after all.<br/><br/>The paper was as white as the body's now colorless face, and the ink was written in a color alarmingly close to the bloody red that besmirched the front porch. Belial's neat, almost whimsical cursive sprawled out with all the stylistic flourishes he so enjoyed.<br/><i><br/>
"My dearest friend,"</i>the note read.<i>"It's been a while, hasn't it? I was in a very dark place for quite some time. Had I known just how dreadful prison is, I might have slit my own throat before having to endure the dreary cells. Just kidding.... Death sounds too lonely. Prison was lonely, too. My best friend didn't once pay me a visit. How cruel, right? It's okay, though. I've always been nothing if not forgiving. There are just too many people getting in our way. Sometimes I feel as though the very universe is trying to keep us apart. I simply have to remind you of our friendship; make you remember what held us together so firmly. But there are so many  things standing in the way. Let this be the very first thing I break down, so that I might get even a step closer to you. We will meet again. Belial."<br/>
</i><br/>Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, there was a man sitting cross legged in a small spinning chair, slowly moving around in circles. The windows were boarded up, the floors were a mess, and there were no signs that anybody had entered the place in years. Nobody until Belial, that is.<br/><br/>Belial was a man who stood at six foot seven, with curly brown hair and steely blue eyes. He has a well defined jaw bone on a narrow face. The man might have been quite handsome, if it weren't for his empty gaze. The man had large dark circles beneath his eyes. His stare was so empty his eyes nearly mirrored those of the man currently 'relaxing' upon Anya's door. If eyes are indeed windows to the soul, then Belial surely has no soul to speak of. Else it must be so black that nothing shines through at all.<br/><br/>"I wonder if shes read my letter yet," he said in a calm, careless tone. He twisted his body while sliding further down in the chair so that his legs could dangle over one arm, and his head the other. "What kind of expression do you think she'll have? Will she cry? Will she puke? Just how ugly does she think me?" He chuckles softly while his head falls towards his silent guests. The couple, a man and a woman, both continued to sit wordlessly with their backs against the walls. Their eyes held no life, and there was so much blood that their skin may very well be stained red for good.<br/><br/>"Hrmmmmm. Well, puzzles always did cheer her up. No matter how much she hates me, she can't deny that she enjoys the hunt. I guess all the pieces are in place. Now my little Anya, which of us will be the hunter, and who will fall prey?"