ESPRIT DE CORPS: [Easy: Success] Somewhere in Jamrock North, a small wood shed behind Rozenkrantz, Lieutenant Nick Feuerbach puts his hand to the chest of a small corpse, no larger than a monkey. It’s raining outside, light drizzle. There is darkness in the shed. Elsewhere yet, an obese female sits in a wicker chair, her silhouette ball-like against the window. Outside: Grand Couron. The day is turning dim for Sergeant Mack Torson. Hand extended, he approaches. To make sure she is dead, more than anything else…

SHIVERS: [Medium: Success] The building is tall, seven stories wind-wrapped in solitude; most of the apartments are unoccupied. This was a suicide. The other an accident—the small one.

ESPRIT DE CORPS: ...and so all across Jamrock, Coal City, G.R.I.H.. Forty-two deceased persons found today—forty-two Stations of Breath.