Trigger Warnings- gore, suicide, self harm, graphic death, blood, cannibalism, abuse

A broad, lanky man, with an endless chin cuffed in a scraggly beard and beady eyes that caught the light in a sobering squint as he entered the disheveled country house. The smell of the neighboring farms manure was masked by a pungent rot that laid heavily upon his tongue. He ducked under the cautionary tape and entered a room smothered in a thick fog of confusion. Cameras clacked, their flash illuminating a corpse half diluted into the seams of a couch. Its dilapidated skin bubbled, blistering in the onslaught of Texas summer heat, a firm layer of dust inlaid over the globs of flesh that ran coarse over prodding bones. The skin stretched like the wings of a bat, seeming almost translucent as it shrunk into the bone's grooves.

He bent over the corpse, careful to keep the expansive brim of his hat from touching the scene as the unlucky man's blank, void eyes sobbed slightly in the heat. "Ain't sure why you called me out here, seems pretty obvious the poor bastard was starved. Got anything that'll peg a killer?"