Look in the bath tub. You’ll see the remains of a man in an impeccably tailored European suit. Well, it was impeccably tailored, before you choked him to death with his own tie.
Look inside his pockets. No wallet. No cell phone. The only thing he brought, it seemed, was a German Luger with a silencer attachment, and a bad attitude.
Oh, and a ring. A ring with a bejeweled spider on it. It seems familiar. Roll up your sleeve. There. The same design tattooed on your left wrist.
Whoever this man was, he wasn’t an amateur. Neither are you. Somebody sent him to kill you. It seems obvious, even to your concussion addled mind, that they’ll send more.
Dear BathSaltTalk advice: Clean yourself up. Fast. You need to leave, obviously. Take the luger. It’s got enough ammo to make things interesting. Call 911. Report a fire. Use the confusion to make your escape. From there, you’ll have to figure it out on your own. Don’t trust anybody. Not even BathSaltTalk.
