Was he a murderer? Or was he the victim of The Crooked Frame?
I Saw Blood On My Hands…
I was terribly drunk, but I remember stumbling over something in the dark, something soft and supple. I remember putting my hand down and feeling it warm and sticky. That’s all I remember until I woke up in my own apartment with blood on my clothes and my hands. Then I had to ask the most terrifying question an man can ever ask himself; “Am I a murderer?”