The morning was a peaceful one, but there's always a certain eeriness hidden within the warm, fuzzy feelings. Peace exists only to be broken, and the days can only be pleasant for so long before tragedy sinks its teeth into unsuspecting souls. Its all too easy to forget what ugly beasts lurked within the underbelly of society, and all too simple to pawn it off until atrocity is thrown into the eye of the public.<br/><br/>Sonya, the youngest member of the CTF, had decided to show up to work bright and early that day. Given that the base was also home to her dear partner Anya, she usually opted to show up later and let Anya enjoy the morning in peace. But today was no ordinary day. Her heart was racing and, no doubt like all the other detectives, there was a great big knot that sat in Sonya's gut like a ball of iron. With the Mastermind on the loose, danger had been cast over her and her team like a fishing net. But it was Anya that she was most concerned for. After all, this bizarre man had a sort of obsession with her.<br/><br/>Still she tried to remain calm while approaching the building. But upon arrival, it seemed there was already somebody waiting outside. From a distance, Sonya could see the figure of a man sitting just outside the building, back slumped against the door and head leaning down. Something didn't seem quite right about this, and she was immediately put on guard.<br/><br/>Slowly the woman continued her approach, until her feet froze only two feet away from the strange figure - two feet away from the home where her friend sleeps, and eats, and calls her own.  A loud, piercing scream forced it's way out of her lungs, and for a moment Sonya felt as thought she was going to vomit. There in front of the door was not a man, but a corpse - a corpse with blood dried all down his shirt and forming an ugly brown puddle all around his legs. To make matters worse, after getting a better look, Sonya realized she was familiar with this man. Though his name escaped her, he had been one of the police officers who helped in the detainment of the Mastermind so long ago.<br/><br/>His once lively face had become pale, his lush cheeks were sunken in as the skin clung to rapidly decaying muscles, and his eyes were now empty. The man's hands were neatly posed in his lap, with a single sheet of paper folded in half and the name 'Anya' written in handwriting that would have been quite beautiful under better circumstances. There were two small drops of blood staining the otherwise clean letter. Though somewhat tempted to take the parchment, if Belial had left the note for Anya, she had a right to see it first.<br/><br/>Anyway, Sonya's body was trembling so much that she wasn't sure she could retrieve it. Before long neighbors and passersby started to gather, a mixture of shock and disgust overtaking the once pleasant day. Sonya was entirely sick. Her glossy, tear streaked face rose from the body only when the door began to open, and Anya tried to emerge.