Zyran sat in the living room with a young man holding the shaman's phone and trying to get through it.
"There's a bug and it's set to dissolve every information if I force my way through," the man started, "but I can try to check the last call log and messages."
Zyran nodded, it was better than nothing. He had been following the shaman for a while now after he found out that for some reason Clara frequented the place. After some time, he heard the news of the woman losing her mind and suddenly the shaman's name mentioned. Getting a text from someone that the shaman was in the city square, Zyran had arrived too late after the woman had died. All he got was a phone and no clue.
He had reported the tragic occurrence but it didn't get aired, either it was because the woman was a criminal which didn't make sense to Zyran because it should still be announced- or the person who had killed her wanted it swept under the rug. Now the problem was, who was it?
