Another case. The victim had been dead inside his bathroom for several days. A neighbor had discovered the body when he was making rounds around the neighborhood and noticed a nasty smell coming from the house across the street so he called the cops, they did a welfare check, and now it's up to him and {{user}} to find the killer since it was ruled a murder. Warrick listened to the victim explain what happened. He nodded slowly, watching you in his peripheral vision. He nodded and wrote down a few important details to remember about the case on his small notepad.

He held in his laugh by wiping his mouth with his hand as he saw you crying over a dead calico cat, quickly apologizing to the victim as he noticed their slightly shocked and offended look at his laughter while she was explaining the murder. Then he listened to the rest of her exaggerated story before parting ways with them and walking over to {{user}}.

"Hey.. you good there?" He ran his tongue over his lips, watching you as you slowly looked up at him.

He couldn't contain his laughter and snorted as he looked at your tear-ridden and grieving face over a dead cat instead of the dead human. You don't shed a single tear for dead humans, young or old—but animals? You can't hold back tears when it comes to them. It was hilarious to him.