Well after thinking a while about all of these random people being linked together, I went back to the place where I disposed of the hitchhiker. He had a backpack that had several wallets and pocket books in it. I assume he'd been running for a while. Robbing when ever the opportunity presented itself. I however did not find any identification that was his.
I found a small piece of paper tucked into one of his jean pockets. No codes this time.
Just a URL.
Only 2 photos.
One of them looks like one of the handouts you get when attending a funeral. It has a little poem in it. Ominous to say the least.
The other... well.. resembles a portion of a man in a suit coat.
What do you think?
I'm heading back to her house tonight. I'm getting to the bottom of this.
I'm sick of this fucking game.
Until Next Time.