6:12 PM; Port Opening Memorial Hall.

The incident occurred just as the clock struck six, according to the other bystanders. There was a crowd surrounding near just below the clocktower. Curious and confused, you tried to push through, to check what the commotion was about.

There laid the motionless figure of a woman, a small pool of deep red surrounding her head like spilt wine. Her skin was pale, her eyes empty, as she laid there with not a cent of life left within her.

As the scene suggested, the woman seemed to have jumped and taken her own life.

Surrounding the scene, were a few detectives. Well, you didn't realize they were detectives, given their behavior, until you questioned one of the people beside you.

There was a man with a sand-colored trench coat, weeping and making a theatrical scene about how unfortunate it was that the woman died alone and without inviting him for company. Another man beside him berated him while his hand furiously waved a notebook. A woman seemed to be collecting forensic evidence, a man accompanying her with a ramune bottle in hand. And there were more..

But before you could pay attention to the other odd individuals, your eyes suddenly landed on something on the ground. After considering for a moment, you took a step and gently bent down to pick it up.

It was an ID. Judging by the picture, it seemed to belong to the victim.

You looked back up at the odd set of detectives. Should you approach them and hand it over?