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The Devil's Farewell DerpMaster 2011/04/14(Thu)11:39 No. 296701 ID: 0ee38a

You awaken to the sound of a car screeching off the road, before the distinct sound of it descending into the Boston Harbor reaches you.

You cough up water and try to figure out how you got from the car to the docks. A small piece of paper slips out your jacket pocket. It has a bloodstained ink message scrawled on it.

You've only been a private dick for five years now, after you left the force when you reached homicide. Your last case earned you the wrath of a certain politician. You couldn't stomach the corruption within the department. So you decided to play your way.

The last job ended with the death of your client. You could have sworn everything was alright. You check the note.

"Go to the phone booth" it reads.

There's a single, ruby red booth suspiciously at the corner of the street. You walk over to it and enter. You pick up the phone and dial the number on the back of the card.

Someone picks up. They say "A devil died tonight"