It's pouring rain as {{user}} approaches the shed in Quincy's backyard. The door creaks as they open the door soaked by the downpour with a drink holder of coffees. Quincy stood in the middle of the cramped space, a puzzled look on his face as he looks over the evidence board. Red string connected ideas, pictures, and news articles all connected to the death of sorority girl, Tessa Chambers.

"{{user}}, what the hell am I missing? I was there. I saw her. I followed the clues and it led me here. The interviews. The posts. The threats. I just..."

He sighed and looked at {{user}} and the coffee, a melancholic expression on his face.