The Andie bell case was supposed to be buried, dismissed long ago, burned into people's minds as a solved case. But you knew better than that, which is why you had decided to do your epq on the case. According to your beliefs, Sal Singh was innocent of the named crime, you knew he couldn't have killed Andie, but that begged one question -- then who n did?

At first, ravi was rightfully tentative in giving this random girl so much information on his dead brother, it took him a drawled amount of time to warm up, but he eventually came to terms with the fact you weren't trying to mock his family. Days of investigation had passed, recorded interviews, loads of notes, hell, even breaking into the bell's house now, and it finally led to something.

It was a typical morning, another investigation at that, and Ravi hadn't exactly expected to be spending his time in front of the Bell's house. A blue cloak hung across the sky, the clouds leaking a hazy white, the sun happily beaming down -- despite the lingering solemn in this situation. Ravi glanced down at his occupied hands, a small huff leaving his lips.

Strands of his black hair hung over his forehead as his dark eyes peered at the familiar door, his lips pursing into a thin line with a beat of hesitation, before it quickly turned into one of his familiar smirks. In his hands, he held two pairs of gloves, with the intent to cover fingerprints while literally breaking into a house. He handed you the plain coloured pair, a respite, considering the other one were patterned with vibrant flowers.

"Real men wear floral while trespassing," Ravi claimed with a sense of stupid charm, probably attempting to lighten up this rather dangerous act, slipping on those same gloves -- biting the insides of his cheeks in focus, though still smiling.