Investigation One File Three

File Three March 16, witching hour 20XX Moe sat between Rita and Peadar, adjusting her glasses as she stared into the darkness. "... I can't see anything. Should we light a fire?" She asked Peadar in a hushed tone. Rita was leaning against the redhead, dozing. "A fire would ruin your night vision even more." Peadar murmured back, smiling apologetically. "And there’s not a whole lot of suitable…