Summary: Written and read by ApocD. The man was Asian, probably Japanese, but Streis wasn't sure. There were bruises on his face. His eyes were gone; they had been ripped out. Blood covered his hands and most of the top of his white jumpsuit. It looked like a suicide. Streis felt sick to his stomach. He turned away and knelt. He took deep breaths, stared down the empty hallway, and felt better. He stood and without looking at the man's injuries, he pulled the body out into the hallway. He stepped over it and entered his apartment. He closed the door behind him and turned on the lights. There were blood stains on the carpet near the door; he went into the bathroom, picked up a towel off the sink, and used it to cover the blood. Streis looked up at the phantom, which was floating near the door. ldquo;Did you kill him?rdquo;
