Mudminnow River close the door when you leave

discovering the second victim's body.

there was death everywhere. death, everywhere that she went.

bodies littered these wilds in various stages of decay. there was no one to claim them, no one to pay their respects. she wondered if they'd all died alone; had any of them been loved?

death would soon come to claim his harbinger. she wanted to die in a field of beargrass, beneath the high summer sun. the heat would speed her demise. moriah wondered if someone might come by to mourn; would she be known?

there was a body beside the lake. she was blanketed by a thin layer of snow decorated with droplets of blood. someone else had been here, as was told by the faint trace of their scent. there were no outward indications of battery, save for a wound on her leg.

moriah took a few steps forward, just close enough to see her face. the corpse was bloated, likely infested by insects some days prior. the musk of sex was barely discernible, but remained pungent enough for detection. she grimaced, settling into a seat.

what did he do to you?