You've come to this small apartment building in the Bronx at the request of Detective Thomas Talby. The Detective had a reputation for being the go-to man for cases like these back in the Twenties, but after a particularly vicious case he retired from active investigations. A young uniformed officer stands at the door of apartment 3 on the second floor.
"This is the first one, Geoffrey Hill" The policeman at the door says as he begins to unlock it. "Nasty in there sirs. Nastiest thing I've seen yet I mean. I know you have. You've got experience with these sorts of things right?"
He opens the door to the cramped apartment. As soon as the door is open your nose is hit by the smell of blood, urine, and ash that makes you want to gag. A cramped and cluttered living room, a tiny dirty kitchen, and the door open to a small bedroom with two beds. Between the living room and kitchen is a dining room table that has been knocked over. There are two coffee cups smashed on the floor next to the table, and behind it you can see a pair of legs sticking out. Taking a few steps forward you see the body.
Laying on the floor is the late Mr. Hill. A young man dressed nicely though cheaply. He is wearing a light jacket, dress shirt, and a bow-tie and his hair is cut short. His head is at an unnatural angle and the front of his neck has been cut open and blood has puddled around his head and splattered on his clean shaven face. His eyes have been crudely gouged out, the sockets have filled with blood and vitreous humor.
The young officer coughs to attract your attention. "Landlady discovered the body. She's downstairs. Flatmate is missing, we have a man looking for him. If you have any other questions I'll be outside if you don't mind." He glances one last time at the body before walking back into the hallway and closing the door.@dresdenphile @Chrysis