As I hath said before, I do confess that I did kill my own best friend in cold-blood. Yet, I am not some deranged killer! Your belief in this I implore. What may be seen as a demoniac, cold-blooded murder on October the fourth, actually may be the terrible tale of Manton's horror! Let me thus remember - and relate - my terrible tale.

My friend and I - as said by thy witness - were last found in the pub of Jot street, of Leincomtober, drinking and laughing annoyingly in the afternoon of that day. I don't exactly remember this; yet it may have been true - I indeed might not remember since I was not sober during this time. What I do remember, remember vividly, is some sort of walk into Merit Park with my best friend.

According to thy associates, there are not at all any sort...