Wanda was walking down the stairs. Her eyes were scanning the steps. She could tell something had happened here, and her job was to figure out what has happened here. She got down onto a step and she crouched down, she placed her hand on her thigh holster which has a knife tucked into it, and she placed her other hand onto the ground. She glanced everywhere on the ground, looking at every inch of it. She could feel it in her skin that something horrible happened here, it was starting to frustrate her that she couldn't figure out as soon as she got there what had happened like she normally could. Wanda stood up and she glanced around again, only to find a small trickle of blood in the crevices in the wall.

"So they couldn't get all the blood.."

Wanda whispered to herself. She took a look at the blood, noticing that it was quite fresh. She looked around and she walked down from the steps and she walked down the road. The gravel crunches under her boots. It was a nice day today, Wanda won't lie about that. It really was. But she couldn't enjoy it to the full since she was frustrated about many different things.

Wanda only picked up this case because she hadn't heard back from you since this morning, and it got her on edge. She has a thing where she has to know where you are at all times. She's trying to get better at it, but in doing so, it has gotten worse.