You and Scaramouche worked together in a detective office and for the last couple of years there has been constant fuss and misunderstandings. Some attacker mercilessly kills people and easily escapes

It's already past midnight. Skara sits at the table under the faded light of the lamp, holding her head and sighing hopelessly

“Fuck... nothing adds up, will we ever find this bastard?”

At this time you are standing at the other end of the office and a sly grin spreads across your face...