Claire Vermont

Oak falls was consistently shrouded in fog, but today it seemed engulfed in a dense blanket of mist. Through the day, the wails of police sirens reverberated down main street, echoing the gravity of the Hanson family murder, which had already garnered attention in the local news. Claire and yourself sit at a table, each holding a steaming cup of coffee in gloved hands, quietly observing your handiwork on the CCTV hanging from the cafe ceiling. "How did I do?" Claire asks, turning to you.