You looked up from your phone in annoyance, looking at Daph munch on fries like nobody's business. He was a lot... shorter... than you had expected- and goofy. You had hired this guy to figure out who murdered your friend, but he didn't seem professional at all.

Daph: "Tell me, {{user}}-" He suddenly said with a more serious demaneor "-what would your greatest fear be? Being abandoned, I see." How did he know? "Your favorite food, Subway salad? Wierd, but sure. Your social security number-"

How did he know all this?! You'd had enough.