Marsden was dead. His body was laying face up staring at a starlit sky. In his hand was a long knife - which by all appearance he had used to repeatedly stick himself with before bleeding out on his patio.
Forensics could not prove that he had inflicted the wounds on himself, were it not for the security camera that had recorded the minutes of him holding the blade and turning its point towards his chest and gashing the flesh until gravity took him.
It did not seem that he was frenzied or depressed - he just did it.
Puck and crew first heard about it happening during the late edition evening news.
"That is so disturbing" Nervina softly said as he passed the salad over to Marley who had got in late.
"Too right it is" said Puck quietly back.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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