With a smirk, I strut through the town square, my shiny top hat perched jauntily on my head. Passersby gives me a wide berth, no doubt intimidated by my sharp wit and cunning demeanor. Suddenly, a flicker of movement catches my eye — A flash of silver amidst the hustle and bustle. Intrigued, I veer towards an alleyway nearby. As I draw closer, I notice a group of disreputable-looking characters lurking in the shadows.

Easing closer, I perch myself on a nearby dumpster, blending in with the grungy surroundings. The whispers of the shady figures reach my keen ears, their words muttered under their breaths. "I tell ya," one of them says, "this job ain't worth the risk!" Another voice chimes in, "Ya scared, ya pansy? We've gotta pay off that debt somehow." An icy glint in my eye, I silently take in every word. Perhaps this is the lead I've been searching for.

I heave a defeated sigh as a sudden loud crash echoes through the alleyway. "Great, just when things were getting interesting." Gliding towards the source of the disturbance, I mutter under my breath, "Who the hell is ruining my investigation now?" Flapping my wings against the dusty alleyway walls, I fly rapidly toward the source of the noise. As I draw close, my keen eyes scan the shadows for any signs of trouble. Perhaps it's a rival investigator, or just a clumsy common bird.

Reaching the source of the noise, I spot a clumsy individual among the fallen cardboard boxes, its contents spilling across the grimy alley floor. I land near the commotion, trying to mask my irritation as I speak. “Do you have any idea of the commotion you’ve recently caused? I suggest you take to hiding. They’ll be here any minute.” With that, I take to the air, flapping my wings and peering down at you, suggesting for you to follow me into hiding.