Vertin: Stefen Garcia, a Zeno captain, 36 years old.
Vertin: For unknown reasons—likely connected to Manus Vindictae—he moved into this motel.
Vertin: He attempted to make contact with Zeno several times, all of which failed.
Vertin: During his stay, he was tortured by increasingly intense hallucinations, delusion, and fear.
Vertin: And as a result ...
Argus: As a result, he committed suicide.
Argus: And that's everything the evidence shows.
Chaotic clues are rolling in the mind, like a churning stomach.
Vertin: No.
Vertin: We must've overlooked something.
Vertin: A military officer killing himself; a phone call asking for help in Morse code.
Vertin: Not to mention Manus Vindictae.
Argus: Where's this going, boss?
Vertin: We've encountered a series of bizarre events, one after another, ever since we arrived at this motel.
Vertin: The rituals in the rooms, the officer that went mad, the spirit in the mirror, and Manus Vindictae.
Vertin: Only one person remains uninvolved.
Argus: Are you tryna say that she's the mastermind behind all this?
Vertin: She should know more about all this than anyone, yet she feigns ignorance at every turn, which is suspicious in its own right.
Argus: But what's there for a motel housekeeper to gain from all this? It's not like these spooky scandals would attract more guests.
Argus: Unless someone else is pulling the strings, but that don't make much sense either, does it?
Argus: When all these unusual things happened, she was happy to stand by and watch, but by whose orders? Some larger, more mysterious organization?
Argus: Gimme a break.
Vertin: What if she doesn't desire money or power?
Argus: So what you're saying is that you need to ask Little Miss Maid a couple more questions.
Vertin: Precisely.
Argus sighs.
Argus: That spirit morphed into Kayla, so it must've seen her face at some point. Which means that, at one time, Kayla was in this room.
Argus: And you're right. Tuesday's definitely not a run-of-the-mill motel maid. It wouldn't be wise to approach her rashly.
Argus: Let me finish up here first, then we can go question her together.
Vertin: Alright.
After a moment, Argus shakes her head in disappointment.
Argus: Nope. I got nothing.
Argus: Let's go find that maid. I have a few questions for her myself.
She makes her way across the room and opens the door. She freezes.
Argus: Where'd the body go?
The corpse that had been lying in the hallway has vanished, leaving only a pool of blood on the floor.
Argus: Ain't no signs of dragging, neither. Who, and how?
Telephone: ring-ring-ring—
The ringing echoes through the doorway.
Argus: The phone again.
Argus: What do you think? Should we answer it? I bet it's another one of those prank calls.
Vertin: Those weren't prank calls. Someone was sending a distress signal in Morse code.
She picks up the receiver and presses the speaker button.
???: Could you tell me what year it is now?
A soft voice plays through the speaker.
Vertin: Who's this?
???: This is Barbara.
