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The story you are about to read was written by Tana, MT_Reade

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Logan looked up at the beaten up old school. This was the last place that he expected this investigation to lead him. It had been years since he graduated from here. With a degree in mathematics and chemistry. As much as that was where his true passion lied, the detective never really got along with anyone in that field. Or anyone ever, for that matter. The detective had always felt like an outsider. He'd always struggled with making friends, or getting along with the people around him.

Not that it bothered him, of course. Of course it didn't bother him. Maybe it used to, but it was a childish worry.

Regardless of that, Logan had made two friends during university. Two young medical students, one of them, Daemon White, ended up dropping out early. But, the other went on to become the city coroner: the respected Dr. Patton Hart. The main thing that Logan remembered about Daemon, was that he hated his birthmark. He was quite the pessimist. Patton, on the other hand, was such a cheerful and bubbly man. His positive nature was infectious, spreading a smile to the face of anyone around him. Logan, specifically, couldn't help but smile around him.

The three of them had been almost inseparable throughout the time that Logan too, was a medical student. They went to classes together, sat in lectures together, studied together, all of it. However, Patton ended up being the only one of them to actually finish his doctorate. Regardless of the fact that they had been a trio, Logan had always felt... closer to the now-coroner than the other.

The old university had paint peeling from its walls from years of wear and exposure to the elements. This university had been one of the first built in the country. It was remarkable that it was still standing. Detective Christie walked up the stairs to the front door of the schoolhouse. It was August, so there would be no classes in session. Logan pushed open the doors, that might have been locked, but were too frail to withhold his push against it.

Logan stepped into the hallway, the halls were barren, littered only with doors that lead to empty classrooms and lecture halls. Logan knew this main hallway well. All of the doors had windows, the patchy grey sunlight passing through them, the only light in the hall. This gave the corridor an eerie lighting effect. Logan walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing deafeningly against the tile. Something about the situation didn't sit quite right with him. Why would a kidnapper choose this building? Because of all these interior windows, it would be near impossible to hide a hostage here.

Maybe the kidnapper wanted to be found.

Logan shuddered, and shook that thought from his head. There was no sense in freaking himself out. He didn't even know if Remus Kingsley had been telling the truth. That man would have no job by the end of the week if Logan had anything to say about it. Although, he probably wouldn't say anything. Logan was reserved, and truly a little shy. He preferred to be non confrontational. Remus would probably continue to work in Station House No. 7 for some time, much to Logan's silent dismay.

Logan was starting to believe that Remus had lied to him, and was about to turn back, when his eyes caught on a door in the corner. The door was made out of a stained black wood. Logan could almost hear the creaks it made just by looking at it. The door looked as beat up as the school's exterior. It was in a darkened corner of the hallway, and had no window. The doorknob was slightly rusted, and Logan wasn't sure if it would budge if he touched it. That, or it might shatter under his touch. Logan had never gone beyond that door in his years as a student here.

It was the door to the basement.

Students had never been allowed down there. There had always been rumours of ghosts and murderers lurking in its depths. However, Logan had always reasoned that they were typical foolish ghost stories that were meant to scare the first-years, and dismissed them. But, his heart rate had always sped up in front of that door nonetheless.

Logan took a step toward it, and noticed that there was a piece of paper tacked to the upper half of the door. The detective reached forward, and pulled the paper from the door. It had only two words on it, written in dark, heavy, loopy writing. But, those two words were enough to make the detective's mouth go dry.

Welcome, Detective

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