Wriothesley felt the warmth of the sun on his face for the first time in a while as he surfaced. Two Gardes were there to meet him, reminding him of why he was here in the first place. There wasn't time to sit idly and bask in the sunlight. Not with a case so horrific.

"We will show you the suspected location of the fighting ring." One of the Gardes told him, a young woman with brown hair in a ponytail. He nodded, following them. He was no stranger to illegal fighting rings, they would surface in Fontaine every now and then, and every time, he'd request to be put on the case. After all, he was no stranger to fighting.

This one, however, was different. There had been a couple deaths outside of the ring that had alerted the Gardes about something suspicious. All victims had been brutally beaten to death, and their bodies, though found in alley ways, weren't properly hidden.

The Gardes directed him to an old Meka warehouse, which had been emptied a long time ago. He thanked them, and laid low while they left.

Sure enough, as it got dark, people began to show up.