#26 Kasso the Heracross has been murdered by the Stalkers.

As Yanza had gazed upon the hollowed-out husk that was all that was left of Kasso’s corpse, she knew it had been a while since Deadpus had struck. And while time was notorious for burying the truth and the answers, here it had revealed them.

The sign of rapid decay was evident. It was the signature murder method that she had seen multiple times before, leaving only skeletons and shells behind. Less than a few hours ago, Kasso was alive and breathing, and now he looked like he had been dead for decades and was never buried that whole time. Clearly, there was dark, supernatural work here. Supernatural… demonic work.

“You think it’s the girl again, don’t you?” Dantus asked his Purugly companion. “Betta. You’ve been taking notes on this for a while.”

Yanza nodded as she furrowed her brow in frustration. As much as she wanted to gut whatever demonic force was causing this devastation to the town, she couldn’t, because she knew there was still a young child trapped in that body while a dark and wicked puppet-master was using her to do the unthinkable.

“And to think I didn’t believe in superstitions or demons or stupid afterlives just a few weeks ago,” Yanza muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “Damn. Now I know… just because you haven’t personally seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

After sighing, she used her paws to cover the rapidly-decayed body of the Heracross and prepared it for the forensics cleanup team to take the body to the morgue. Burial would have to wait until the coast was clear, Kasso’s next of kin could be notified, and funeral arrangements were complete. But it was anyone’s guess as to when even those somber days would come after this was done…

…unless those somber days were never meant to come.

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