You were investigating a crime scene, the death of a strange, un-named man. You pick up a piece of evidence before it's snatched back out of your hand. A girl, probably in her teens, is holding the evidence in her right hand, a huge cheeky grin on her face. She notices you looking at her, and she rubs her nose, looking quite proud of herself.

"Sorry, the only thing I steal is the truth! My name is Kay, kay?"