It's been two months since my fellow detective Jack Drayson was found dead in Garnatus Hospital for the Mentally Ill. We knew each other since we met on the first day of the police academy. He did always seem distant, though, so I wasn't surprised that he had to be sent to that asylum. We were like brothers, even though we never slept under the same roof. But now isn't a time for sorrow. Me: Ok, Mr Linkensburg, tell me what you know. Brian: Do you remember when people were dying off, when they heard strange noises in the night? Brian: Oh no, sir. Oh no it wasn't. It was the body, the body...