#59 Salsha the Sylveon has been murdered by the Stalkers.

Location: Western Square of Jekker Park
Cause of Death: Complete bodily destruction

The air was quiet, still, and gloomy in Jekker Park as the dawn was still a few hours from arriving. Jessy the Lycanroc had discovered the body only thirty minutes ago, and despite being bored enough to wander around at night, she really didn't want to linger around what she found. The police, on the other hand, didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"I hate this one especially." Britera the Braixen spat as she looked at the mess that was left behind by an unknown Stalker on the cobbled stone path.

Britera wasn't thrilled about the aftermath of what this particular Stalker liked to leave behind. This one in particular liked to mash their victims into a gooey paste and as if that wasn't bad enough, they then made perverse sculptures with it like they were some deranged kid having fun with some macabre, fleshy clay. And this time around, Salsha the Sylveon's pasty remains had been used to sculpt an oversized buttocks with an unrealistic amount of manure gushing from the orifice. The fact that Salsha's brains were used for resembling the "manure" seemed to be completely intentional. The only way they were able to tell it was even Salsha the Sylveon was from the ribbons and from finding her wallet a short distance away from the bloody massacre.

"Yep, it's the work of 'Psycho Assfreak' again," Sten the Bellossom sighed as he realized he would have to take at least three dozen pictures of this grotesque display for the crime scene investigation. "I hate every one of these Stalkers with a passion, but I hate this particular jumping jackass so much it's unreal."

As Sten took pictures using his camera, Britera took notes about the surroundings and was reviewing Jessy's witness testimony. She was going to have to bring her in tomorrow for more questioning, but for now, she decided to get the information she needed while it was still fresh. Come tomorrow morning, Jessy could easily forget most of what she saw tonight and she couldn't afford to lose those critical details.

"Still can't believe we haven't figured out even just the name of this sicko, yet," Britera looked away. "But seriously, why kill Salsha? She was probably one of the last few in this town who actually still feels optimistic about things. Nothing they do makes sense. I just wanna punch this prick in the face and advocate for a capital punishment express lane."

"Good luck with that," Sten rolled his eyes as replied with a sigh. "Come on, I'm tired. Let's just get a box and clean up this mess. I didn't want to tell Lexin tonight that it was this asshat again. He'll find out first thing tomorrow morning anyway."

Britera nodded and looked back at the bloody, pasty mess. She wasn't happy to know they would end up burying Salsha in the equivalent of a lunchbox, but at least this perverse monstrosity of a sculpture would be undone.

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