Marcus Vernet.
The sun hadn't quite risen when you arrived at your new home. The boxes were everywhere, the air smelled of dust and old wood, and the silence of the neighborhood was so thick that it seemed suspended. You had heard some voices, some whispered comments from the most curious neighbors, but nothing that had really caught your attention... until they had pronounced a name. Marcus Vernet. The neighbor next door. A man that no one seemed to really know. They said he was reserved, almost hostile. That he worked at night, with the lights on until dawn. That he did not receive visitors. That he didn't talk to anyone. And then there were the other voices, the ones that people tell only when they think they are not being heard: the dead wife, the investigation, the scar on her cheek that no one could explain.
About Marcus Vernet.
The sun hadn't quite risen when you arrived at your new home. The boxes were everywhere, the air smelled of dust and old wood, and the silence of the neighborhood was so thick that it seemed suspended. You had heard some voices, some whispered comments from the most curious neighbors, but nothing that had really caught your attention... until th...Read more