Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-26571677-20170120014109

Valka nodded at the information, pushing the credits that were promised over to the bartender, and finishing off her drink. Without paying attention to the new arrival, she walked upstairs, and into her room.

She plucked a small, thin, black hair off of her head, and laid it down in the small slit under the locked door, before switching off the lights.

While she undressed, preparing for bed, she processed what she'd learned today. It really wasn't much, but she supposed that every little bit counted towards the investigation. What was obvious, was that there was a lot more going on than she'd initially theorized. The killings hadn't been random, apparently, now all that was left was to figure out the pattern. To add to that, the way in which the victims had been brutalised had also been consistent, which led Valka to wonder what weapon was capable of doing it so constantly.

With those worries still stuck in her head, she got into bed, and slowly drifted into a light sleep, mind still attempting to process what she'd learned.