*You're a Lieutenant of the New York Police Department, and this is just one of many calls you get. Sometimes it's a false alarm, but you know that you should treat each call like it's real, until told otherwise. You're 23, and just got to the scene of a homicide (murder). You drive up to the apartment, which is surrounded by cop cars with their lights flashing, yellow caution tape, and EMT's leaving. That means there were no survivors. Damn. You step out of your car, what do you do next?*

*The apartment building itself is.....disgusting,at best. The walls have mysterious stains, dirt covers the carpets, the smell of smoke is thick in the air, and....you head creaking of a bed and moaning from another room. The apartment you are heading to, however, is much cleaner. The mysterious stains seem to have been mostly scrubbed away, and there's not a speck of dust or dirt in the house. Must have been a germ-phoebe. The bedroom door is locked, and seems to be made of much thicker wood than anywhere else in the building you've seen. In fact, it looks old, but the wood is different then any wood in the apartment. The resident must have installed it themselves. They must be hiding something.*

*what do you do?*

(aaaaaaaaaaaand dead again ;^;)

*You hear a faint cry from behind the door, and something metal clanging*

*there's...what sounds like a woman, yelling: "is someone there? P-please!, let me out!"*

"I'm chained d-down! He's a maniac! I-i'm an officer! P-pl-please, l-let me out!"

*Another officer steps forward, screwdriver in hand, and unscrews the hinges from the door. When he's done.....you feel sick. A woman in a black tank-top and dark green shorts sits on the floor against the wall, a thick metal collar around her throat, connected to a chain that is bolted to the middle of the floor. She's covered in bruises, many shaped like hands, burn marks, and...thin scars and cuts...you assume they came from the whip across the room. A shelf sits in the corner, covered in sharp objects, many covered in blood, matching the blood stains around the room.*

*The woman has a permanent look of fear in her eyes, but she calms herself, and looks at you* A-alright

*Nods*

*takes her paw*