Final Report
Details, Notes, and References, etc.
Name of Victim: John Smith
Age: N/A
Occupation: N/A (Homeless?)
Incident: Disturbance; tourist complaint; mental illness undiagnosed; poor response of staff on car; headlock; suffocation; death
Cause of death: To be determined
Assailant: Name withheld (TBD)
Occupation: TBD
Motive: TBD
Age: TBD
Follow-up Action: TBD
Recommendation: Follow-up to complete file. Store papers for next case. Expect response of public to be extensive. Edit material for case file.
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What a powerful commentary this is. Though I was unfamiliar with the story that inspired it, it still strikes a chord, feeling quite realistic. Well done!
Very thought-provoking, as well as a creative format. Great job.
I'm not sure. Could you enlighten me?
Oh yes... sigh!