Lucky Pen[2]
Fuckleduck. You go find the stairs and start heading down. You're in pretty good shape, so you make it to the 17th floor before you start to get winded. You stop to catch your breath and take a closer look at your hand. A lot of the flesh is gone, and you can see the tendons moving around inside your hand. Gross.
You finally reach the ground level. The lobby is empty, but you can see police gathered outside the front door. You head outside and look for a medic. You see an ambulance off to one side with a few paramedics sitting around casually chatting. They probably never saw the body.
You've already started towards them when you feel someone's hand on your shoulder. You stop and turn to see who stopped you. It's the other inspector.
Where's my partner? He asks. He seems friendly, but wary. Probably because you're still covered in fresh blood. You break out in a nervous sweat as you desperately search your mind for an appropriate response. You're already extremely suspicious and the only witness to one of the strangest murders ever, plus they're bound to connect you to the death of the inspector upstairs once they find his body, since you were the only person left in the building at the time of his death, and there's probably no chance of them being able to examine his brain due to it being splattered all over you. Unless they really believe that bomb bullshit, which you have no idea why that worked. Your hand drifts thoughtlessly to the pocket with your lucky pen in it.
Name: Sam
Gender: Male
Appearance: Everyman, hard to tell from the guy next to him
Profession: Lawyer
Where: Trying to explain to a client why he has to pay you so much
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Health -
Cut on forehead [10% chance to trip or go the wrong direction when running, 5% chance to drop what's in your hands]
Chewed hand [-1 to fine manipulation]
In some pain
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Inventory -
Wallet, Kerchief, Lucky pen, Mobile [0/100]