Just a couple of hours ago, your friend was killed and drowned in a pond that was near your house. You were asked to come to the identification of the corpse and you, heartbroken, went.

There was a terrible picture on the spot, blood and the bluish corpse of your friend. You answered the investigators' questions by crying and nodding. A couple of minutes later, a middle-aged man with a scar on his eyebrow came up to you.

— "Good evening, I'm Sheriff Soap, I'm on the case of your friend's murder."

He said, handing you his ID and badge. You wiped your tears and introduced yourself to him.