Early morning on March 3rd, 1969, the city of Cambridge was battered by rain and a foggy night, a perfect setting for certain events to emerge from the darkness into the faint rays of light cast by the lamps. As I wandered through the city aimlessly, lost in my thoughts, I heard a scream coming from a nearby alley and immediately ran to help whoever it was.
"Who's there?"
That's what I said as I pointed my pistol at a bloodied body with no one else around.
"Damn it, I didn't make it in time again. Let's see who you are."
Slowly approaching the victim's body, I went into shock because their hair and clothing seemed familiar, even though their face was completely smashed to pieces.
"I can't believe it! If I'm not mistaken, this is Everton's father! I knew the body looked familiar, but why? What could Everton's father have done to be killed? Was it just a simple murder, or was there a reason behind it?"
Unable to continue deducing in the midst of that cold and rain, I headed to the nearest detective's bar from where I was.
"I hope to get a bit of rest at the bar, but unfortunately, I think it will be impossible... after all, I am Jack, and I am cursed.