The Town of Salem

Investigator

Alignment:
Town (Investigative)

Abilities:
Investigate one person each night for a clue to their role.

Attributes:
None

Goal:
Lynch every criminal and evildoer.

The man pulled off his trench-coat, leaning against the coatrack as he looked upon his cluttered home. His desk had been placed in the center of the room, his papers messily organized and stacked into piles. The man turned around to take his newest documents out of his jacket pocket, throwing them on top of a random pile as she rushed to the kitchen.

The room had been converted into a life-sized evidence board, the map of the town surrounding him as he scribbled notes onto a pad of paper that was placed neatly at the edge of the table. The man rubbed his unshaved beard, looking for the house that he would investigate next.

His eyes fell upon the first house, seeing the newly-renovated architecture that called his name. He flipped through his notes, disturbed by the lack of information. He gathered his things, preparing for a thorough investigation.

The man walked down the path towards the first house, his documents pressed against his body as he rushed through the chilled night air. He had a scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his face as he crawled through the shadows. He heard the brush rustling, causing him to freeze in his tracks. He knelt down on one knee, watching as a young girl stumbled into the town square.

He could see that the girl was a newcomer, watching her as she observed the houses around her. He could see that she was interested in the first house, her feet taking her up the front steps and through the door. He waited a few moments, cautiously approaching the building.

The man was able to find a vantage point where he could look through the kitchen window, his notepad in hand as he began his observations.

From what he could tell, the house was completely empty. Nothing had been left behind, which confused the young woman as well. She walked around for a few moments, looking past the investigator as she stood in the kitchen. She visibly sighed, biting her lip as she traveled to the bedroom.

She was lucky to have a complete bedroom, a queen-sized bed tucked into a corner with a small desk and wardrobe. She nodded, content with what she had been given. She pulled out her own notebook, placing it on the desk along with her pen. The investigator reluctantly returned to the path, mystified by what he had seen.

As he walked back to his house, he looked through the notes he had managed to scribble down. None of the information was conclusive. He was unable to determine whether the young woman was a Serial Killer, Mafioso, or anything similar.

He would have to investigate her again anothernight.