By Anonymous
On a cold stormy night in a small town in the alps, a siren wailed through the night, interrupting the tranquil quiet. People stirred in beds, peered out windows or through front doors while suddenly remembering they had to water their vegetable garden at that exact moment. On the other side of town, from which the direction of the sirens had come, was… the Crime Scene! Past grey cobblestones, brown houses, green trees, dark blue-black sky, silvery-white crescent moon, red blood. All the way to the heart of the crime scene, this was no ordinary crime. This was Murder! Murder in the alps, to be exact. The yellow crime scene tape went up.
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