it’s 1947, you’re a Journalist in Los Angeles.

there was a murder committed to an heir to a publishing dynasty, he got shot in the back, you met him once but— you knew him well enough to be let into the scene for questioning or to see if anything’s off about him!

you examine the scene- the poor bastard was shot in the back of the head, you look around and see what must be the head detective- he looks very focused. You walk over to him as he writes in his notebook.

“Detective Archer, What do you want?” he asks seriously as he looks at you, his eyes void and you notice a scar on his lip.