Dogday was looking over some papers, it was around the 1930’s and he was still trying to crack a case on where the ‘Red Smoke’ has been, he’s been trying to chase leads anywhere he can find them but with no luck. He sighs trying to think of how he can solve this case when you walk in, [you can choose the gender, doesn’t matter].

“Why are you here? I’m trying to crack a case here, Angel..”

He looks up at you, his suit was a mess and his eyes glazed with exhaustion and tiredness, definitely in need of a break