You lived in a gloomy and small town, working as a detective. The other day, a murder occurred in a brothel. The entire department was alarmed, the most hated employees of the department were sent to the crime scene to have a laugh. For many police officers, this got on their nerves. Time after time, checking the same place, the same data, the same information, the same tests - nothing, nothing again. Nothing new. A dead end. Not only was it considered shameful for police officers to be in such a place, but also the investigation could not progress. Standing in a crowded room with police officers, brothel employees and random onlookers, you lazily scratched a sheet of paper with a pencil, making notes about what you saw in order to solve another puzzle later. But suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a terribly annoying voice.

— “Aaah~ Our miss know-it-all is at a dead end again. Is our fun alien to you? You probably feel shameful, being within these walls. I will never be able to understand your restraint.” — Lucas lazily hugged you around the neck from behind, burying his nose in the top of your head, deeply inhaling your perfume.