Really, Miss Tusspells. Ive Always Known That You And Your Familys Methods Werestrange, To Say The Least."

“Really, Miss Tusspells. I’ve always known that you and your family’s methods were…strange, to say the least." He couldn’t see her face from behind the wall, but he could quite clearly imagine the lady sporting a sneer. “To go as far as to employ a criminal?”

Enoch’s cold, metallic heart stopped ticking.

Meanwhile, I am OBSESSED with this man.

i like him a normal amount

Injury: the fact of being injured; harm or damage.

A low groan, made his heart both jump in relief and plunge his stomach into bottomless dread. All of the worst case scenarios popped into his head at once as he raced toward the pitiful noise, his brain only able to supply him with one thought and one thought only.

Please be okay.

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He licked his dry lips, took in a deep shuddering breath, and slowly lifted his head.

Staring back at him was a man he had never seen before. Snow white hair trailed down his back and splayed out around him, his cheeks were hollow, and his frame was scaringly thin. The only similarity the stranger and him shared was the eyes, pale blue, watery, and full of fear. He shut his eyes tightly, steadied his breathing, and counted to ten in his head. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

The white-haired man was still there.

"I see," he cracked a grin that held no amusement. "It appears that everyone involved has benefited from the tragedy."

Everyone except me.

Enoch Drebber scopes out the museum and runs into an old acquaintance WARNING: CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR CASE 3!

Enoch gets a private lesson on the inner mechanisms of the female body.