I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.
Music From a Darkened Room
Misery flows like water from the loose faucet in the bathroom. Hate hangs in the air like old paint.
In these places your voice catches in your throat, the air seems to hum and bad things happen. People get hurt. Misery flows like the water from the loose faucet in the bathroom. Hate hangs in the air like old paint. It smells of time and circumstance, and something just a little beyond the world
It smells like surrender.
The house at 1206 Spooner Avenue is a place gone wrong. In the last 50 years, 18 people have died there, and you can feel it. You walk in and it is suddenly cold and dark.
Doors at 1206 Spooner Ave stay shut, and no one ever hears a child’s laughter at night. No one ever hears music from a darkened room. No one sees a woman walking behind the glass of the bathroom mirrors.
FBI agent Donnelley died in the house on Spooner Ave. His throat had been cut cleanly as if with a straight razor. The coroner ruled it a suicide, though no weapon was found.
Donnelly was a veteran Delta Green agent. But there was no active cases, no one knows why he was there.
Your jobs are to determine the cause of Agent Donnelly’s death and to determine if the house at 1206 Spooner Ave represents an ongoing threat to the public
Good luck agents