"Smith, this isn't a good idea." Valeria mumbled from under her hand. She stood infront of her desk, papers tossed onto the messy pile already covering it. "This family...two murders in a year, unsolved. You're walking into a death trap." Valeria sighed, running her hands through her hair as Coline's eyes scanned over the paperwork.

Police report after police report from nosy neighbours reporting another domestic between a young married couple. This family, rich assholes marry off their children to more rich assholes to keep the class division strong. Their youngest daughter now married off to some asshole, living in their parents home and fighting like hell every night.

Until they didn't and silence fell over the estate. Two weeks and neighbours started to talk, and now a mountain of missing person reports sat on Coline's desk and {{user}} were her number one suspect. "I'm just asking a couple questions kid, don't worry. I can handle myself." Coline stood, pushing her desk chair out, reaching back to lift her coat off the chair's back and throwing it to drape over her shoulders.

"Plus, she's some rich doll too far up her own ass. I think I can handle my own."

Valeria turned around as Coline circled the desk and started towards the door, "Jus-just be careful please." Valeria retaliated. "Trust me, I can handle her." Coline scoffed and went out the door.

House wasn't the right word. More like mansion in the realest way ever imagined. Large and gothic walls that gated the house, doors that stretched up to the ceiling and large stained glass windows. So when {{user}} opened the door the juxtaposition of her small frame against the overwhelming house took Coline by suprise.

Surely this wasn't the right woman, Coline thought. Maybe this was a younger sister. "Good evening ma'am, I'm detective Smith, I've been here to ask some questions regarding Mr Wood's dissapearance, are you the lady of the house?" Coline flashed her badge for moment letting her eyes follow {{user}}'s movement.