Mike cleared his throat, "There's not much you need to know about me. I've been a detective for 13 years, and am here solely to catch the bad guys. I always get the bad guy." He uttered this last sentence in an almost ominous tone, which he was known for casting.<br/><br/>"Yes," he agreed, "Worcester Forest seems to be the medium where this person seems to be committing his deeds. I suggest we go out there as soon as possible to inspect the scene."<br/><br/>Chief Cox returned with the reports, which simply contained photos of the family that was maimed. He handed a copy to Mike and Aviana. They were graphic and gruesome beyond belief.<span style="font-style: italic">We sure have talented photographers,</span>Mike thought. The husband was slashed by what looked to be caused by some sort of small object with multiple sharp edges in line all across his body, with clothes ripped and blood spattered on his face. The wife had her neck broken and it seemed she somehow had a wound in her stomach which dripped blood onto her legs en masse.<br/><br/>The children were the worst of all. In this photograph, they had their eyes open in pure terror, their pupils almost moon-like in coldness. Their wounds were too horrific to even describe, their bodies too disfigured and demolished to discern.<br/><br/>"Yes," Mike said after examining these photos. "We should go out there as soon as possible."