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A discarded envelope AND blurry red lipstick

Standing in the doorway, the agent surveyed the scene. The body lay in the middle of the floor; he was face down on the tiles, his blood flowing away from him towards the drain a foot away. He was naked except for a pair of bright white socks, neither of which had any apparent blood, they looked clean and were more than likely put on him after he was killed and posed. His arms were crossed under his head as though he were napping.