I immediately ran out my broken door thus, breaking it even some more. Focused only on what was in store waiting for me sitting in the vault. I assaulted running at full pace yet again squeezing into any available space through the student maze. Their angered gaze, as I ran by, turned into cries of "Don't run!" but this mystery that was spun in my mind needed to be more clearly defined.

Quickly finding the stairs I took care to hold on tight to the railing despite my speed. I proceeded to fly down the stairwell and almost fell headfirst. Immersed too much in my head into what lied ahead not minding my steps instead. Coming to a dead stop at the bottom I was presented with a large cast iron door our misbegotten relic from the War. It roared with cracks and creaks as I bore its weight to unseat. As my motion headed me straight down an underground hall my footsteps echoing off the walls as I walked. I finally came to stand in front of our vault. My thoughts coming across all this supernatural design whilst I tried to remind myself of the combination. To my elation, I was right on the first try. As I pulled the door back I was immediately attacked by a blast of air. Preparing myself for a surprise my eyes scanned to where it should stand and there it was perched on a shelf. Personally, I was stunned and immediately thumbed through my coat sleeve to retrieve the map from my office not being cautious at all I grabbed and pawed at my coat. But that seemed to be all she wrote because it was gone.

Withdrawn my perceive, this was too hard to believe. I could not conceive of where it went did time somehow circumvent preventing the two from existing next to each other? This discover only lead to more questions instead. I just couldn't wrap my head around what was spread out before me. I receded back to my office being more cautious of mind. Was this the divine trying to give me a sign?

Still unable to define the missing map The next day I aimed to meet Henry at noon at the Gold Doubloon. Soon enough I was packing up my stuff and running late as anticipated. Quite irritated by the traffic downtown I frowned upon our lack of headway as it seemed we stayed still for five minutes until I told my driver to let me out. A stout walk would do me some good and ensured his payment was procured. Assured I would make better time on foot I hoofed it the rest of the way and finally came to stay at a horrible auto wreck that sent chills down my spine.

Intertwine the twisted steel, blood spilled out on the ground. Drowning out the grayish tone of the street's cobblestone. My own knees became weak after seeing mangled bodies leaning out of what was once a large bus. Plus some of them were still alive screaming to be provided help.

Yelping at the top of her lungs a young woman screamed "My baby!" "My baby!" Maybe if whatever sliced this child's skull had been dull but he was now just a lifeless hull. Quickly pulled from her hands by a well-intentioned man he tried to help her understand her baby was dead and yelled "Lady he is gone!" Spawned from the pits of hell this sight was too gruesome to tell.

I fell to my knees to conceive of such grotesqueness...