Carnal Sins

Telling this story, my dear reader, will tax me greatly. It is a dark and somber one, encompassing the greatest sorrow my heart has ever known. It all started the day of the grand opening of my cabaret. Everything had been spit-polished to perfection - all that was left was to wait for Priscilla, whose performance was to be the crowning moment of this glorious evening. Yet when the doors of the Chameleon burst open it was not she who stepped inside. Instead, it was a messenger from the Vilmerius Hospital. His face pale and his countenance dour, he informed us Priscilla had been badly wounded in an assault - and was currently tottering on the brink of death.

Geralt's investigation took him to Crippled Kate's, a pleasure house of questionable repute. It is there, according to the note left by the murderer in Patricia Vegelbud's body, that the fiend would take his next victim - a prostitute named Sweet Nettie.

Geralt entered her room and found the Reverend Nathaniel, whom he had met earlier at the morgue, inside. The situation was clear - Nathanial was standing over Nettie with a white-hot poker in his hand - so Geralt meted out justice to this cruel and perverted man without batting an eye.

Geralt's investigation took him to Crippled Kate's, a pleasure house of questionable repute. It is there, according to the note left by the murderer in Patricia Vegelbud's body, that the fiend would take his next victim - a prostitute named Sweet Nettie.

Geralt entered her room and found the Reverend Nathaniel, whom he had met earlier at the morgue, inside. Though the situation seemed unambiguous - Nathanial was standing over Nettie with a white-hot poker in his hand - Geralt did not let his emotions get the better of him. He spoke calmly with the cruel pervert until he could identify the true murderer - then killed Nathaniel without batting an eye.

Geralt's investigation took him to Crippled Kate's, a pleasure house of dubious repute. It is there, according to the note left by the murderer on Patricia Vegelbud's body, that the fiend would take his next victim - a prostitute named Sweet Nettie. Geralt entered her room and inside he found the Reverend Nathaniel, whom he had met earlier at the morgue. Though the situation seemed unambiguous - Nathaniel was standing over Nettie with a white-hot poker in his hand - Geralt did not let his emotions get the better of him. He spoke calmly with the cruel pervert, and in this way determined the identity of the true murderer.

Sadly, though Nathaniel was guilty of many sins, serial killing was not among them. Some time after his death Geralt happened across the body of another victim, one mutilated in an all-too-familiar way. This time, however, the murderer had learned from experience and wiped all possible clues to his identity. The witcher thus could not catch him, and the death of countless innocents, and my Priscilla's suffering, went unavenged.

How great was my gratitude when Geralt rushed off after that hideous fiend who had done such harm to my Priscilla! Yet days passed, and the witcher never returned with updates on the progress of his investigation. Soon enough, I had to confront the fact that we would never catch the degenerate scoundrel. Strengthened by Priscilla's improving condition, I focused instead on the hope that one day she and I would sing together in beautiful duet once more...